Journal November 8

2001

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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 unchanging love.

Here I raise my 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.

O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be; let that grace now, like a fetter, by my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wonder-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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