52 Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing.
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 my Ebenezer, hither by thy help Ive come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from all danger, Interposed his precious blood
O, to grace how great a debtor, daily Im 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,
Heres my heart, O, take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above.
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