Come, thou Fount of every blessing
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Come, thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;Streams of mercy never ceasingCall for songs of loudest praise.Teach me ever to adore thee,May I still thy goodness prove,While the hope of endless gloryFills my heart with joy and love.
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Here I raise my Ebenezer,Hither by thy help I've come,And I hope by thy good pleasureSafely to arrive at home.Jesus sought me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold of God;He to rescue me from dangerInterposed his precious blood.
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O, to grace how great a debtorDaily I'm constrained to be!Let thy goodness like a fetterBind 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.