1. Come Thou Fount of ev'ry 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. 2. Here I raise mine Ebenezer: Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope by Thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger Wand'ring from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger Interposed His precious blood. 3. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring 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.
Lyrics: Robert Robinson
Music: Possibly Asahel Nettleton or John Wyeth
Tune: NETTLETON
Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
Robert Robinson, 1735–1790
During his early teen years, Robert Robinson lived in London, where he mixed with a notorious gang of hoodlums and led a life of debauchery. At the age of seventeen he attended a meeting where the noted evangelist George Whitefield was preaching. Robinson went for the purpose of “scoffing at those poor, deluded Methodists” and ended up professing faith in Christ as his Savior. Soon he felt called to preach the gospel and subsequently became the pastor of a rather large Baptist church in Cambridge, England. Despite his young age, Robinson became known as an able minister and scholar, writing various theological books and several hymns, including these words, written when he was just twenty-three years of age.