7. Here the Fount

    Here the fount of every blessing
    Tunes my heart to sing pure grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.

    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the fount! I’m fixed within it,
    Fount of all redeeming love.

Traditional Title: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
New Words by Douglas Milburn

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