
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing; Swallowtail Jig |
Come, Thou fount of every blessing, |
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace, |
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, |
Call for songs of loudest praise. |
While the hope of endless glory |
Fills my heart with joy and love, |
Teach me ever to adore Thee, |
May I still God’s goodness prove. |
Here I raise my Ebenezer, |
Hither by Thy help I’ve 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. |
Oh, 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, oh, take and seal it, |
Seal it for Thy courts above. |
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it, |
Seal it for Thy courts above. |