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Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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Robert Robinson
[Key: B]

Verse 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 God’s unchanging love.

Verse 2
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.
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 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.

Verse 4
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy Lovely Face;
Robed then in blood wash-ed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Gather with Your arms and carry
Me to joys of endless day.

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{subtitle: Version 1.0, 6/3/2023}

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Come Thou [D]Fount of every [A]blessing
Tune my [G]heart to [A]sing Thy [D]grace;
Streams of [D]mercy, never [A]ceasing,
Call for [G]songs of [A]loudest [D]praise
Teach me [D]some [A]melo[G]dious sonnet,
Sung by [D]flam[A]ing [G]tongues ab[D]ove.
Praise the [D]mount! I’m fixed up[A]on it,
Mount of [G]God’s [A]unchanging [D]love.
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{comment: Verse 2}
Here I [D]raise my [A]Ebenezer;
Hither [G]by Thy help I’m [D]come;
And I [D]hope, by Thy good [A]pleasure,
Safely [G]to arrive[A] at [D]home.
Jesus [D]sought [A]me [G]when a stranger,
Wandering [D]from the fold[A] of God;
He, to [D]rescue me fro[A]m danger,
Interposed[G] His [A]precious [D]blood.
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{comment: Verse 3}
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, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
{end_of_verse}

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