Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing - Live
Revelation 5 verse 11
Then I looked, and I heard around the throne
And the living creatures and the elders the voices of many angels
Numbering myriads of myriads and thousands of thousands
Saying with a loud voice
"Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
To receive power and wealth
And wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing!"
And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth
And under the earth and in the sea
And all that is in them, saying
"To Him who sits on the throne
And to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might
Forever and ever!"
And the four living creatures said, "Amen!"
And the elders fell down and worshiped
We might just be starting our song this morning
There is one that is already going on
And we want to join in with that song
As we sing the praises of the Lamb who was slain
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the name! I'm fixed upon it
Name of Thy redeeming love
Hitherto Thy love has blessed me
Thou hast brought me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
(Thank You, thank You for Your blood)
Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow'r will keep me
Till I'm home with Thee at last
Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow'r will keep me
Till I'm home with Thee at last
Then I looked, and I heard around the throne
And the living creatures and the elders the voices of many angels
Numbering myriads of myriads and thousands of thousands
Saying with a loud voice
"Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
To receive power and wealth
And wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing!"
And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth
And under the earth and in the sea
And all that is in them, saying
"To Him who sits on the throne
And to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might
Forever and ever!"
And the four living creatures said, "Amen!"
And the elders fell down and worshiped
We might just be starting our song this morning
There is one that is already going on
And we want to join in with that song
As we sing the praises of the Lamb who was slain
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the name! I'm fixed upon it
Name of Thy redeeming love
Hitherto Thy love has blessed me
Thou hast brought me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
(Thank You, thank You for Your blood)
Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow'r will keep me
Till I'm home with Thee at last
Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow'r will keep me
Till I'm home with Thee at last
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