Come, Thou Fount of ev ’ry (Esus2)bless ing, tune my (A)heart to (Bsus)sing Thy (E)grace;

Streams of mer cy, nev er (Esus2)ceas ing, call for (A)songs of (Bsus)loud est (E)praise.

And teach me some me lo dious son net, sung by flam ing tongues a bove.

Ah, praise the mount, I’m fixed up (B)on it, (E)mount of (A)Thy re (Bsus)deem ing (E)love.

Here I raise my Eb en (Esus2)e zer, hith er (A)by Thy (Bsus)help I’m (E)come.

And I hope by Thy good (Esus2)pleas ure safe ly (A)to ar (Bsus)rive at (E)home.

Oh, Je sus sought me when a stran ger, wan d’ring from the fold of God.

Ah, He to res cue me from (B)dan ger, (E)in ter (A)posed His (Bsus)pre cious (E)blood.

O to (E)bove.

Ah, here’s my heart, O take and (B)seal it, (E)seal it (A)for Thy (Bsus)courts a (E)bove.

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