Robert Robinson (1735-90) *© This version Praise Trust.

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Come O Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing your grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise:
songs of God’s abundant treasure,
sung by angel tongues above,
songs that tell the boundless measure
of my Lord’s unchanging love!

I remember God’s great mercy:
by his help I’ve safely come;
and I know he will not fail me,
but will surely bring me home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
wandering far away from God,
and, to rescue me from danger,
shed for me his precious blood.

Through God’s grace I am his debtor –
daily I this thought renew!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter
bind my wandering heart to you.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love!
Take my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it from your courts above!