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 mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in Spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing thy sovereign grace;
Come my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away:
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

by Robert Robinson 1757

As a fatherless child, Robert fell in with bad crowd. At age 20, he and some of his companions heard George Whitfield preach on the text “O generation of vipers'” He pondered this message for 3 years. Robert made his peace with God at age 20 and set out to become a Methodist preacher. Two years later he wrote this hymn as an expression of his new faith.