Come, Thou Fount
|Truth & Praise||# 47|
|Worship & Remembrance||# 10|
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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, Lord, some rapturous measure,
Meet for blood-bought hosts above;
While I sign the countless treasure
Of my God's unchanging love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that 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:
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it;
With Thy Spirit from above.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Saviour's blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.
Song InfoAuthor: Robert Robinson
Composer: John Wyeth
Note: Order of words as in Hymns of Truth and Praise