Hymns and Tunes 1886 503
Come, thou Fount of every blessing
Words: Dr. NettletonTune: NETTLETON8s & 7s. 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 ever to adore thee, May I still thy goodness prove,
While the hope of endless glory Fills my heart with joy and love.
2Here 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.
3O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind me closer still 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
- Dr. Nettleton
- Tune
- NETTLETON
- Meter
- 8s & 7s. D.
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The verse
- Meter
- 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7 · as printed
- Foot
- trochaic (DUM-da) · 80% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABCDEFGH
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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