Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

This hymn of petition for God's mercy was written by English Methodist, then Independent then Baptist minister, Robert Robinson (1735 - 1790), and altered by English barrister, clergyman and music editor, Martin Madan (1726 – 2 May 1790).

With meter 8.7.8.7 D, it si almost always set to the tune NETTLETON, composer unknown, from Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, Harrisburg, 1813; sometimes attributed to early 19th century evangelist Asahel Nettleton (1783-1844).


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Lyrics


Traditional language


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 some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
mount of God's redeeming love.

Here I find my greatest treasure (*)
hither by thy help I've come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
bought me with his precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart 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.


(*) some versions have  "Here I raise my Ebenezer"
 

Modern English

Come, O fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Your grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
mount of God's redeeming love.

Here I find my greatest treasure;
Here now by Your help I've come;
and I hope, by Your good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
bought me with his precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Your goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart 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 Your courts above.



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