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#98

“We have all received grace after grace from His fullness.” – John 1:16

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Verse 1:
Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry 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.

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Verse 2:
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Optional Verse 2:
Hitherto Thy love has blessed me;
Thou hast brought me to this place.
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Verse 3:
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Additional Verse 4:
Oh that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen,
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace.
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry;
Bring Thy promises to pass;
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me,
Till I’m home with Thee at last.

Words:  Robert Robinson (1735-1790). Alternate words by Bob Kauflin.
Music: Traditional American melody; John Wyeth (1770-1858) from “Repository of Sacred Music”
Words and Music public domain.
pianist: E. Zacek