Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
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 it, mount of God’s unchanging love.
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 interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor, daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, 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; oh take and seal it; seal it for thy courts above.
-Hymn text by Robert Robinson, 1758
Sung and preached in Sunday's worship service
Sermon Series: Singing Our Faith, Preaching Our Hymns
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