In Preparation for the Lord’s Day: Come, Thou Fount Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing It is the blessing of the Lord that makes rich, And He adds no sorrow to it. —Proverbs 10:22 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 His name—I’m fixed upon it— Name of God’s redeeming love. Hitherto Thy love has blest me, Thou hast bro’t me to this place; And I know Thy hand will bring me Safely home by Thy good grace. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Bought me with His precious blood. 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, O take and seal it; Seal it for Thy courts above. —The Hymnal for Worship & Celebration (Word Music).
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 02:07:50 +0000
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