Come, Thou Fount of Every BlessingRobert Robinson, 1735-17901 Come, thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.Teach me some melodious sonnet,Sung by flaming tongues above.Praise the mount I’m fixed upon itMount of God’s redeeming love.2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;Hither by thy help I’ve come;And I hope, by thy good pleasure,Safely to arrive at home.Jesus sought me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold of God;He, to rescue me from danger,Bought me with his precious blood.3 Oh, to grace how great a debtorDaily I’m constrained to be!Let thy goodness, like a fetter,Bind my wandering heart to thee:Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,Prone to leave the God I love;Here’s my heart, O take and seal it;Seal it for thy courts above.Chorus director: Mark Beachy

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