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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing | Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing | ||
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| + | ==Poet== | ||
| + | [[Robert Robinson (1735 - 1790)]], 1758 | ||
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| + | ==Meter== | ||
| + | 8 7 8 7 D | ||
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| + | ==Tune== | ||
| + | [[Nettleton]]: Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, by [[John Wyeth (1770 - 1858)]], 1813 | ||
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==History== | ==History== | ||
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This lively and rousing song is a favorite of [[hymnwikifiers]]. | This lively and rousing song is a favorite of [[hymnwikifiers]]. | ||
| − | ==Lyrics== | + | ==Current Lyrics== |
| − | Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, | + | 1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, |
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; | Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; | ||
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, | Streams of mercy, never ceasing, | ||
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Mount of God's redeeming love. | Mount of God's redeeming love. | ||
| − | Here I raise mine Ebenezer; | + | 2. Here I raise mine Ebenezer; |
Hither by Thy help I’m come; | Hither by Thy help I’m come; | ||
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, | And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, | ||
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Interposed His precious blood. | Interposed His precious blood. | ||
| − | O to grace how great a debtor | + | 3. O to grace how great a debtor |
Daily I’m constrained to be! | Daily I’m constrained to be! | ||
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, | Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, | ||
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Seal it for Thy courts above. | Seal it for Thy courts above. | ||
| − | Original | + | ==Original Lyrics== |
| + | 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 Thy redeeming love. | ||
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| + | 2. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, | ||
| + | Till released from flesh and sin, | ||
| + | Yet from what I do inherit, | ||
| + | Here Thy praises I’ll begin; | ||
| + | Here I raise my Ebenezer; | ||
| + | Here by Thy great help I’ve come; | ||
| + | And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, | ||
| + | Safely to arrive at home. | ||
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| + | 3. Jesus sought me when a stranger, | ||
| + | Wandering from the fold of God; | ||
| + | He, to rescue me from danger, | ||
| + | Interposed His precious blood; | ||
| + | How His kindness yet pursues me | ||
| + | Mortal tongue can never tell, | ||
| + | Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me | ||
| + | I cannot proclaim it well. | ||
| − | O that day when freed from sinning, | + | 4. 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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| + | 5. O that day when freed from sinning, | ||
I shall see Thy lovely face; | I shall see Thy lovely face; | ||
Clothed then in blood washed linen | Clothed then in blood washed linen | ||
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Me to realms of endless day. | Me to realms of endless day. | ||
| − | == References == | + | ==MP3 Downloads== |
| − | [http://community.gospelcom.net/Brix?pageID=13019 Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing lyrics] | + | * Search [http://www.liahona.net/ Liahona.net] |
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| + | ==References== | ||
| + | [http://community.gospelcom.net/Brix?pageID=13019 Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing lyrics]<br> | ||
| + | [http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/o/comethou.htm Original Lyrics] | ||
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| + | [[category:8 7 8 7 D]] | ||
Revision as of 22:47, 4 April 2007
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Contents
Poet
Robert Robinson (1735 - 1790), 1758
Meter
8 7 8 7 D
Tune
Nettleton: Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, by John Wyeth (1770 - 1858), 1813
History
This lively and rousing song is a favorite of hymnwikifiers.
Current Lyrics
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 mine 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 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.
Original Lyrics
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 Thy redeeming love.
2. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I’ll begin; Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
3. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood; How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell, Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well.
4. 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.
5. O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face; Clothed then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.
MP3 Downloads
- Search Liahona.net
