Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing
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David N |
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Robinson, Robert |
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Traditional American melody |
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David N
Oct 21, 2002
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sorry, I only have the first verse. |
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Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing
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 His name I'm fixed upon it,
mount of God's redeeming love.
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With Chords
‹D›Come ‹A7›Thou ‹D›fount of every ‹A›blessing,
‹D›tune my ‹G›heart ‹D›to sing ‹A7›Thy ‹D›grace.
Streams ‹A7›of ‹D›mercy, never ‹A›ceasing,
‹D›call for ‹G›songs ‹D›of loud‹A7›est ‹D›praise.
‹D›Teach ‹Em›me ‹D›some ‹F#m›me‹G›lodious ‹D›sonnet,
sung ‹Em›by ‹D›flam‹F#m›ing ‹G›tongues ‹D›above
Praise ‹A7›His ‹D›name I'm fixed up‹A›on it,
‹D›mount of ‹G›God's ‹D›redeem‹A7›ing ‹D›love.
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David N
Feb 12, 2004
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here are the other verses for this hymn |
Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing
Hitherto Thy love has blest me; Thou hast bro't me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Bought me with His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, 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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‹D›Hi‹A7›ther‹D›to Thy love has ‹A›blest me; ‹D›Thou hast ‹G›bro't ‹D›me to ‹A7›this ‹D›place
And ‹A7›I ‹D›know Thy hand will ‹A›bring me ‹D›Safely ‹G›home ‹D›by Thy ‹A7›good ‹D›grace.
‹D›Je‹Em›sus ‹D›sought ‹F#m›me ‹G›when a ‹D›stranger, Wande‹Em›ring ‹D›from ‹F#m›the ‹G›fold of ‹D›God;
He, ‹A7›to ‹D›rescue me from ‹A›danger, ‹D›Bought me ‹G›with ‹D›His pre‹A7›cious ‹D›blood.
‹D›O ‹A7›to ‹D›grace how great a ‹A›debtor ‹D›Daily ‹G›I'm ‹D›constrained ‹A7›to ‹D›be!
Let ‹A7›Thy ‹D›goodness, like a ‹A›fetter, ‹D›Bind my ‹G›wande‹D›ring heart ‹A7›to ‹D›Thee.
‹D›Prone ‹Em›to ‹D›wan‹F#m›der, ‹G›Lord, I ‹D›feel it, Prone ‹Em›to ‹D›leave ‹F#m›the ‹G›God I ‹D›love;
Here's ‹A7›my ‹D›heart, O take and ‹A›seal it; ‹D›Seal it ‹G›for ‹D›Thy courts ‹A7›a‹D›bove.
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