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Fountain of each dearest blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace,
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
And to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
Oh, to grace, how great a debtor,
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Freed from every sinful fetter,
Saviour let me live to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take this wayward heart and seal it,
With thy Spirit from above.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 2:12-13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 138 |
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