Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing - Leigh Nash

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 Thy redeeming love

Jesus sought me when a stranger

Wandering from the fold of God;

He, to rescue me from danger

Interposed His precious blood

How His kindness yet pursues me

Mortal tongue can never tell

Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me

I cannot proclaim it well

O 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, Lord, take and seal it

Seal it for Thy courts above

O that day when freed from sinning

I shall see Thy lovely face;

Clothen in my blood washed linen

How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace

Oh, I’ll sing my song

Of grace

I will sing my song

Of grace

I will sing my song

Of grace

Come, my Lord, do not tarry

Take my ransomed soul away

Come, my Lord, do not tarry

Take my ransomed soul away

Come, my Lord, do not tarry

Take my ransomed soul away

Send thine angels now to carry

Me to realms of endless days