Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
«D Major»
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 sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of God's redeeming 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 now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander--Lord, I feel it--
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
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With Chords
«D Major»
1. DCome, A7thou Dfount of every Ablessing,
DTune my Gheart Dto A7sing thy Dgrace;
A7Streams of Dmercy, never Aceasing,
DCall for Gsongs Dof lA7oudest Dpraise.
A7Teach me Dsome meGlodious Dsonnet,
A7Sung by Dflaming Gtongues aDbove.
A7Praise the Dmount! I'm fixed upAon it,
DMount of GGod's DredA7eeming Dlove.
2. DHere A7I Draise my EbeAnezer;
DHither Gby Dthy A7help I'm Dcome;
A7And I Dhope, by thy good Apleasure,
DSafely Gto DarrA7ive at Dhome.
A7Jesus Dsought me Gwhen a Dstranger,
A7Wandering Dfrom the Gfold of DGod;
A7He, to Drescue me from Adanger,
DInterGposed DHis A7precious Dblood.
3. DO A7to Dgrace how great a Adebtor
DDaily GI'm DconstrA7ained to Dbe!
A7Let that Dgrace now, like a Afetter,
DBind my GwandDering A7heart to Dthee.
A7Prone to Dwander--GLord, I Dfeel it--
A7Prone to Dleave the GGod I Dlove;
A7Here's my Dheart, O take and Aseal it,
DSeal it Gfor Dthy A7courts abDove.
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