Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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rdf:langString "Nettleton" by John Wyeth

rdf:langString 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. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I'll begin; Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve 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; How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell, Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well. O 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. O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face; Clothèd then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day. The original text of the hymn "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"

rdf:langString by Robert Robinson

rdf:langString "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" is a Christian hymn written by the pastor and hymnodist Robert Robinson, who penned the words in the year 1758 at the age of 22. 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.Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin,Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I'll begin;Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve 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;How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell,Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well.O 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.O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face;Clothèd then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away;Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.The original text of the hymn "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"