Hymns and Tunes 1886 386
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Words: Robert RobinsonTune: Nettleton8.7.8.7.D.
1Come, 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.
2Here 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.
3O 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.
- Words
- Robert Robinson
- Tune
- Nettleton
- Meter
- 8.7.8.7.D.
- Scripture
- 1 Samuel 7:12; Luke 15:3-7
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The verse
- Meter
- 8.7.8.7.9.7.8.7 · the hymnal prints 8.7.8.7.D.
- Foot
- trochaic (DUM-da) · 79% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABCDEFGF
Could also be sung to Converse, Abbot's Leigh, Harwell, All the Way, Autumn · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.
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