Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing (Nettleton)

 Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing (Nettleton)

CCLI Song # 108389

John Wyeth | Robert Robinson

© Words: Public Domain

Music: Public Domain

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 Thy redeeming love
 
Verse 2
Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
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
Interposed His precious blood
 
Verse 3
Oh, that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothed 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
 
Verse 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
 
Here's my heart, O, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above