Music
From Doris:
Come
Thou Fount of Every Blessing
1. Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry 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.
2. 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,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3. Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring 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.
The prophet Samuel set up a great stone as a memorial to remind his people that
God had saved them in
battle. He called the stone “Eben-ezer,” or “stone of help.”
See 1 Samuel 7:10–12.)
About this hymn
Text: Robert Robinson, 1758; alt.
Music: American folk tune; Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred
Music, Part Second, 1813; alt.; arr. 2024
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Music arr. © 2024 by
Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved. This song may be copied for
incidental, noncommercial Church or home use.
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