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FAITH AND CONSECRATION
| Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing | 112 | ||||
| (NETTLETON. 8, 7, 8, r, 8, 7, 8, 7) | |||||
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- 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 ! - 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. - 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 | ||||
| (FEDERAL STREET. L. M.) | |||||
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- Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days ? - 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. - 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.
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