| Come Thou Fount of every blessing
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| Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
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| Streams of mercy, never ceasing
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| Call for songs of loudest praise
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| Teach me some melodious sonnet
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| Sung by flaming tongues above
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| Praise the mount! |
| I’m fixed upon it
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| Mount of Thy redeeming love
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| Jesus sought me when a stranger
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| Wandering from the fold of God;
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| He, to rescue me from danger
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| Interposed His precious blood
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| How His kindness yet pursues me
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| Mortal tongue can never tell
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| Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
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| I cannot proclaim it well
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| O to grace how great a debtor
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| Daily I’m constrained to be!
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| Let Thy goodness, like a fetter
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| Bind my wandering heart to Thee
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| Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
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| Prone to leave the God I love;
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| Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it
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| Seal it for Thy courts above
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| O that day when freed from sinning
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| I shall see Thy lovely face;
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| Clothen in my blood washed linen
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| How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace
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| Oh, I’ll sing my song
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| Of grace
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| I will sing my song
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| Of grace
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| I will sing my song
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| Of grace
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| Come, my Lord, do not tarry
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| Take my ransomed soul away
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| Come, my Lord, do not tarry
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| Take my ransomed soul away
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| Come, my Lord, do not tarry
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| Take my ransomed soul away
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| Send thine angels now to carry
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| Me to realms of endless days |