Verse 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
Verse 2
Hither to Thy love has blest me
Thou has brought me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
Bought me with His precious blood
Verse 3
O 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
Verse 4
O that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothed then in the blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sov'reign grace
Come my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day
Words: Robert Robinson
Music: Traditional American Melody, John Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music.
Arr. 2008 Van Ness Press, Inc (ASCAP) (admin. by Lifeway Worship c/o Music Services, www.musicservices.org) All rights reserved.
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
Verse 2
Hither to Thy love has blest me
Thou has brought me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
Bought me with His precious blood
Verse 3
O 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
Verse 4
O that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothed then in the blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sov'reign grace
Come my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day
Words: Robert Robinson
Music: Traditional American Melody, John Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music.
Arr. 2008 Van Ness Press, Inc (ASCAP) (admin. by Lifeway Worship c/o Music Services, www.musicservices.org) All rights reserved.
All Parts
Soprano
Alto
Tenor
Bass