Come, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Sing me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Oh! that day, when freed from sinnin’
I shall see Thy lovely face,
Richly clothed in blood-washed linen,
How I’ll sing Thy sov’reign grace;
Come, dear Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my raptured soul away;
Send Thine angels down to carry,
Me to realms of endless day.

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