Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing | Christian Hymn
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing | Christian Hymn
Song written by:
Original in English: Robert Robinson (September 27, 1735 Swaffham, Norfolk, England, UK – June 9, 1790 Birmingham, England, UK)
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 the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
2
Here I find my greatest treasure
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
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily 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
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 the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
2
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit
Till released from flesh and sin
Yet from what I do inherit
Here Thy praises I’ll begin
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here by Thy great help I’ve come
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
3
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell
Clothed in flesh till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well
4
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily 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
5
O that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothèd then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come my Lord no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing | Christian Hymn | Countryside Bible Church, Southlake, Texas, USA
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing | Christian Hymn | Chapelstreet Church, Geneva, Illinois, USA