FAITH AND CONSECRATION
|Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing||112|
|(NETTLETON. 8, 7, 8, r, 8, 7, 8, 7)|
|Robert Robinson, 1758||John Wyeth, 1812|
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 !
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.
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,
|Jesus, and Shall It Ever Be||113|
|(FEDERAL STREET. L. M.)|
|Henry K. Oliver, 1832||Joseph Grigg, 1765|
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days ?
Let evening blush to own a star
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ;
And may this my glory be,