Come, Thou Fount of every blessing

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Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
  Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
  Call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
  Wand’ring from the face of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
  Interposed His precious blood.
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O to grace how great a debtor
  Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
  Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.
Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,
  Meet for me Thy grace to prove,
While I sing the countless treasure
  Of my God’s unchanging love.
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Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
  Prone to leave the God I love:
Take my heart, oh, take and seal it
  With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
  Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
  As a son and heir of God.
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David Jackson

Burnley, Lancashire, United Kingdom

Just woke up at 2 am with this hymn on my mind. How it cuts through all the baggage of life and draws us to the fountain of life.

I must have learned this hymn as a child in church and it's rooted in my soul. What a great heritage we have in such beautiful spiritual poetry.

He to rescue me from dander,

Interposed His Precious Blood.

Thank you Lord Jesus.


L E. Hart

San Fernando, Trinidad & Tobago, Trinidad And Tobago

Such a beautiful hymn for the Church. Personally, Prone to wander” There is the tendency to stray at times - but you feel it. Thank God for His amazing Grace that draws us back to Him.


Norma

Sussex, United Kingdom

Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above.

I love it!


Steve Miller

Detroit, Michigan, United States

Original lyrics by Robinson from CyberHymnal:

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.

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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;

Clothèd 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.


Love Chucks

Warri, Delta, Nigeria

So much soul touching hymn I can't do without hymn.


Oyebola Olufemi

Osogbo, Osun State, Nigeria

Very lovely hymn


Jared Huang

Austin, TX, United States

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love:

Take my heart, oh, take and seal it

With Thy Spirit from above.


Becky Sanchez

Alsip, IL, United States

Take my heart, oh, take & seal it

With Thy Spirit from above


Deb Milan

I printed this hymn in 2007 from cyberhymnal. org website. (Is this now that same website? ) There was another verse that has been eliminated. Why? Here it is:

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.


Ana Lara

Tolland, Connecticut, United States

Robert Robinson (1735-1790) wrote this hymn when he was 22 years old in 1757. Later he wondered away from the Lord and his walk became lukewarm.

One day, when he was riding a stagecoach, a young woman entered the coach singing this hymn after having attended a church meeting. He said crying to her that he had penned that hymn years ago as a young believer and would give a thousand worlds to enjoy that feeling again when he first wrote it. The woman replied “Streams of mercy are still never ceasing”