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Asahel Nettleton · Romanticismo

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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Tune my heart to sing thy grace

Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loud-est praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above ;

Praise thy mount; I'm fixed upon it,

Mount of God's unchanging love !
Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Hither by thy help I'm come;

And I hope, by thy good pleasure;

Safely to arrive at home,

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed with precious blood.
0 to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let that grace now, 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 ; O take and seal it,

Seal it from my courts above. Amen.

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Por su autor
Asahel Nettleton
Dónde vive
La Biblioteca

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Autor
Asahel Nettleton
Título
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Lengua
inglés
Época
Romanticismo
Sala
La Biblioteca
Identificador
ws-en-come-thou-fount-of-every-blessing--asahel-nettleton-3561c4
Cita recomendada
Asahel Nettleton, «Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-come-thou-fount-of-every-blessing--asahel-nettleton-3561c4.html

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