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| Come Thou Fount |
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| Come Thou Fount of every blessing |
| Tune my heart to sing Thy grace |
| Streams of mercy, never ceasing |
| Call for songs of loudest praise |
| Teach me some melodious sonnet |
| Sung by flaming tongues above |
| Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it |
| Mount of Thy redeeming love |
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| Here I raise my Ebenezer |
| Here there by Thy great help I've 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 His precious blood |
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| Oh, that day when freed from sinning |
| I shall see Thy lovely face |
| Clothed then in the blood washed linen |
| How I'll sing Thy wondrous grace |
| Come, my Lord, no longer tarry |
| Take my ransomed soul away |
| Send Thine angels now to carry |
| Me to realms of endless day |
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| Oh, to grace how great a debtor |
| Daily I'm constrained to be |
| Let that goodness 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, oh, take and seal it |
| Seal it for Thy courts above |
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