1 Come, O Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing your grace;
streams of mercy never ceasing
call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Jesus sought me when a stranger
wandering far away from God,
and, to rescue me from danger,
he redeemed me by his blood.

3 Prone to wander Lord, I feel it;
prone to leave the God I love!
take my heart; in mercy seal it,
guard it for the realms above.

4 Lord, my joy, my consolation,
all my days to you belong;
as your grace is my salvation,
so your grace shall be my song.

Jubilate Hymns version of Come, thou Fount of every blessing , Robert Robinson (1735 - 1790)
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