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Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
There is rest for the weary;
There is rest for you.
Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither, by Thy help, I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
There is rest for the weary;
There is rest for you.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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MUSIC
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REST FOR THE WEARY
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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1869
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