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Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, |
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Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; |
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Streams of mercy, never ceasing, |
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Call for songs of loudest praise. |
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Teach me some melodious sonnet, |
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Sung by flaming tongues above. |
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Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, |
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Mount of Thy redeeming love. |
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Here I raise my Ebenezer; |
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Here by Thy great help I’ve come; |
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And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, |
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Safely to arrive at home. |
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Jesus sought me when a stranger, |
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Wandering from the fold of God; |
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He, to rescue me from danger, |
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Interposed His precious blood. |
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O to grace how great a debtor |
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Daily I’m constrained to be! |
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Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, |
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Bind my wandering heart to Thee. |
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Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, |
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Prone to leave the God I love; |
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Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, |
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Seal it for Thy courts above. |
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O that day when freed from sinning, |
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I shall see Thy lovely face; |
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Clothed then in blood washed linen |
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How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; |
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Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, |
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Take my ransomed soul away; |
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Send thine angels now to carry |
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Me to realms of endless day. |