Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
words by Robert Robinson, music by John Wyeth


Verse 1:

A          D              A
Come, Thou fount of every blessing,

D/F#    G     D  A7       D
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

A          Bm           Em
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Bm       Em    F#m  A7      D
Call for songs of   loudest praise.

A        D      G       D
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

A       D  F#m  G        Bm
Sung by flaming tongues above;

A          D                  Em
Praise the mount!  I'm fixed upon it,

D        G     D  A7   D
Mount of Thy redeeming love.


Verse 2:

This my glad commemoration
That 'til now I've safely 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.


Verse 3:

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wondering 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.


� 1976 by Paragon Associates, Inc.
Second stanza � 1976 by Fred Bock Music Co.
#318 in Hymns for the Family of God,