Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

Written by: Chris Eaton, John Hartley, Leigh Nash

© 2011 Thankyou Music\West Lodge Music\Here's to JO\Bug Music\Van Ness Press\LifeWay Worship | CCLI: 6181808

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
Dying shed 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

That day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day

Words by Robert Robinson (1730-1780)
Music by Leigh Nash, Chris Eaton & John Hartley


© 2011 Thankyou Music\West Lodge Music\Here's to JO\Bug Music\Van Ness Press\LifeWay Worship