#334 Come, Thou Fount of Every Blesing
Words by Robert Robinson,1758 (1735-1790)
Music by Asahel Nettleton, 1824
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 ever to adore Thee,
May I still Thy goodness prove,
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by thy 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.
O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind me closer still 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.
Robert Robinson (1735-1790) wrote the words in 1758, expressing his feelings at his conversion three years earlier. The tune NETTLETON was by the evangelist Asahel Nettleton of Connecticut in 1824.