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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.