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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
1 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 His name--I'm fixed upon it-- Name of God's redeeming love. 2 Hitherto Thy love has blest me; Thou hast bro't me to this place; And I know Thy hand will bring me Safely home by Thy good grace. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Bo't me with His precious blood. 3 O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring 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.
WORDS: Robert Robinson
Theme: Praise the Lord; Adoration and Praise: God Our Father; Aspiration and Consecration