| Song | Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Robert Robinson |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.7.8.7 D |
| Tags | Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | 1 Samuel 7:12; Exodus 33:14; Psalm 16:11 |
| CCLI Song No |
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.
Here I’ll 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.
Oh, To Grace How Great A Debtor
Daily I’m Constrained To Be!
Let Thy Goodness, Like A Fetter,
Bind My Feeble Heart To Thee.
“Prone To Wander, Lord, I Feel It,”
Long I Cried To Be Made Pure;
“Here’s My Heart, O Take And Seal It,
Work In Me Thy Double Cure.”
Hallelujah! I Have Found It,
The Full Cleansing I Had Craved,
And To All The World I’ll Sound It:
They Too May Be Wholly Saved.
I Am Sealed By Thy Sweet Spirit,
Prone No Longer Now To Roam;
And Thy Voice, I’ll Humbly Hear It,
For Thy Presence Is My Home.
