Hymn for Sunday

Come, Thou Fount
Words by: Robert Robinson
Music by: Asahel Nettleton

Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry 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 unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my yielded heart to Thee.
Let me know Thee in Thy fullness; Guide me by Thy mighty hand
Till, transformed, in Thine own image In Thy presence I shall stand.