5*. Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

8,7.
by R. Robinson
1
Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
 
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
 
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
“For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.” (Psalm 36:9)
“Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.” (Psalm 150:6)
“While I live will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.” (Psalm 146:2)
2
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
 
Wandering from the fold of God;
 
He, to rescue me from danger,
 
Interposed His precious blood.
“For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.” (Luke 19:10)
“How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray?” (Matthew 18:12)
3
Oh to grace how great a debtor
 
Daily I’m constrained to be!
 
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
 
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
4
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
 
Prone to leave the God I love:
 
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it
 
With Thy Spirit from above.
5
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
 
Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
 
May I walk on earth a stranger,
 
As a son and heir of God.
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