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Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

by Robert Robinson (1735-1790)

Tune: West

Tune: Nettleton
* Verses 1-4

1 COME, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the ways of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

4 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to grieve the One I love:
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it,
With Thy Spirit from above.

5 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.

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