Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing Robert Robinson, ca.1758 arr. v. 4 by Joel A. Erickson, 2006 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Praise, Experience Scripture: 1 Samuel 7:12; Exodus 33:14; Psalm 16:11 Nettleton [.xml] attr. to Asahel Nettleton, pub.1813 copyright status is Public Domain Key: E♭ Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	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. Here I’ll raise my 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. Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my feeble heart to Thee. “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,” Long I cried to be made pure; “Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Work in me Thy double cure.” Hallelujah! I have found it, The full cleansing I had craved, And to all the world I’ll sound it: They too may be wholly saved. I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit, Prone no longer now to roam; And Thy voice, I’ll humbly hear it, For Thy presence is my home.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Robert Robinson, ca.1758
arr.
v. 4 by Joel A. Erickson, 2006

Subjects: Praise, Experience

Scripture: 1 Samuel 7:12; Exodus 33:14; Psalm 16:11

Nettleton [.xml]

attr. to Asahel Nettleton, pub.1813

Key: E♭

Meter: 8.7.8.7 D

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This song in other languages:

PDF .pdf Deutsch (German)

PDF .pdf Pусский (Russian)

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.
Here I’ll raise my 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.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my feeble heart to Thee.
“Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,”
Long I cried to be made pure;
“Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Work in me Thy double cure.”
Hallelujah! I have found it,
The full cleansing I had craved,
And to all the world I’ll sound it:
They too may be wholly saved.
I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit,
Prone no longer now to roam;
And Thy voice, I’ll humbly hear it,
For Thy presence is my home.