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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing 112
(NETTLETON. 8, 7, 8, r, 8, 7, 8, 7)
Robert Robinson,1758 John Wyeth,1812
  1. O Come, thou fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing thy grace
    Streams of mercy never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loud-est praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above ;
    Praise thy mount; I'm fixed upon it,
    Mount of God's unchanging love !
  2. Here I raise my 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,
    Wandering from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed with precious blood.
  3. 0 to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I'm constrained to be!
    Let that grace now, 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 from my courts above. Amen.

Jesus, and Shall It Ever Be 113
Henry K. Oliver,1832 Joseph Grigg,1765
  1. Jesus, and shall it ever be,
    A mortal man ashamed of thee?
    Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
    Whose glories shine thro' endless days ?
  2. Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far
    Let evening blush to own a star
    He sheds the beams of light divine
    O'er this benighted soul of mine.
  3. Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
    Till then I boast a Saviour slain ;
    And may this my glory be,
    That Christ is not ashamed of me. Amen.