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Come, Thou Fount
Words by Robert Robinson (1758)
Music by Paxson Jeancake

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, name of God’s unchanging love.

Hither to Thy love has blest me; Thou hast brought me to this place;
And I know Thy hand will bring me, safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wand’ring 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.

© 2003 Paxson Jeancake (BMI)