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)
2
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
 
Wandering from the fold of God;
 
He, to rescue me from danger,
 
Interposed His precious blood.
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.
“And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.” (Romans 8:17)
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