Come Thou Fount
Robert Robinson, John Wyeth
Verset 1
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D |
| Come, Thou |
Fount of every |
blessing, Tune my |
heart to sing Thy |
grace; |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Streams of |
mercy, never |
ceasing, Call for |
songs of loudest |
praise. |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Teach me |
some melodious |
sonnet, Sung by |
flaming tongues |
above; |
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A |
G |
D |
| Praise the |
mount, I'm fixed u - |
pon it, Mount of |
Thy redeeming |
love. |
Verset 2
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Here I |
raise mine Ebe - |
nezer, Hither |
by Thy great help I |
come; |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| And I |
hope by Thy good |
pleasure, Safely |
to arrive at |
home. |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Jesus |
sought me when a |
stranger, Wandering |
from the fold of |
God; |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| He to |
rescue me from |
danger, Inter - |
posed His precious |
blood. |
Verset 3
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A |
G |
D |
| Oh to |
grace how great a |
debtor, Daily |
I'm constrained to |
be; |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Let Thy |
goodness, like a |
fetter, Bind my |
wandering heart to |
Thee. |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Prone to |
wander, Lord I |
feel it, Prone to |
leave the God I |
love; |
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D |
A |
G |
D |
| Here's my |
heart, Oh take and |
seal it, Seal it |
for Thy courts a - |
bove. |
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n°CCLI 108389
Thèmes: Church: Spiritual Hunger
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