Songs

Come ,Thou Fount of every blessing

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			8.7.8.7.D.

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 measure, 
	Sung by flaming tongues above. 
	O the vast, the boundless treasure, 
	Of my Lord's unchanging love! 

2	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. 

3	O 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.
	Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
	Prone to leave the God I love: 
	Take my heart, O take and seal it, 
	Seal it from Thy courts above.

					R. Robinson