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Katherine Jenkins - Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing Lyrics




Come, Thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove

Here I raise my Ebeneezer
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
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 wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

Oh, that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in the blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy wondrous grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels soon to carry
Me to realms of endless day
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Come, Thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove

Here I raise my Ebeneezer
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
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 wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

Oh, that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in the blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy wondrous grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels soon to carry
Me to realms of endless day
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Writer: Hal H. Hopson, Robert Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp., Integrity Music, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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