Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words by Robert Robinson, 1759.
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.
Verse 2. Here I’ll 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.
Verse 3. Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, 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, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.
Text copied from The Otterbein Hymnal (1892). The words were published in 1759, which places them in the public domain in the United States, so your church may print them, show them and sing them without a license.
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