Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words Robert RobinsonMusic American folk melody
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Verse 1
Come, Thou DFount of Gevery Dblessing,
Tune my Dheart to Asing Thy Dgrace;
Streams of Dmercy, Gnever Dceasing,
Call for Dsongs of Aloudest Dpraise.
Teach me Dsome meGlodious Asonnet,
Sung by Dflaming Gtongues aAbove;
Praise the Dmount! I'm Gfixed upDon it,
Mount of DThy reAdeeming Dlove.
Verse 2
Here I Draise mine GEbeDnezer;
Hither Dby Thy Ahelp I'm Dcome;
And I Dhope, by GThy good Dpleasure,
Safely Dto arArive at Dhome.
Jesus Dsought me Gwhen a Astranger,
Wandering Dfrom the Gfold of AGod;
He, to Drescue Gme from Ddanger,
InterDposed His Aprecious Dblood.
Verse 3
O to Dgrace how Ggreat a Ddebtor
Daily DI'm conAstrained to Dbe!
Let Thy Dgoodness, Glike a Dfetter,
Bind my Dwandering Aheart to DThee.
Prone to Dwander, GLord, I Afeel it,
Prone to Dleave the GGod I Alove;
Here's my Dheart, O Gtake and Dseal it,
Seal it Dfor Thy Acourts aDbove.