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8s & 7s.
O thou Fount of every blessing.
O thou Fount of every blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me ever to adore thee,
May I still thy goodness prove,
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love.
3 Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I’ve come,
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from thy fold, O God!
He to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
5 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind me closer still to thee!
6 Never let me wander from thee,
Never leave thee whom I love;
By thy Word and Spirit guide me,
Till I reach thy courts above.
Robinson.