Faith

A Sunday Song

Come Thou Fount of Every  Blessing

A song written by Robert Robinson in 1758.

The tune is an early American Melody.

 

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.

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Here I 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,

Wandering from the fold of God.

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

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O to grace how great a debtor

Daily I’m constrained to be!

Let that grace, now like a fetter,

Bind my yielded heart to Thee.

Let me know Thee in Thy fullness;

Guide me by Thy mighty hand

Till, transformed, in Thine own image,

In Thy presence I shall stand.

(*Ebenezar is a stone that was erected in commemoration of God’s deliverance of His people.  It literally means ‘stone of help’.)