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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.
I will rise and go to Jesus,
He’ll embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior;
Oh there are ten thousand charms.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount — I’m fixed upon it —
Mount of Thy redeeming love!
I will rise and go to Jesus,
He’ll embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior;
Oh there are ten thousand charms.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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