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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.
Here I raise mine 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,
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 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.
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