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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing.
Tune our hearts to sing thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
While the hope of life's perfection
fills our hearts with joy and love,
teach us ever to be faithful.
May we still thy goodness prove.

Come, thou fount of ev'ry vision.
Lift our eyes to what may come.
See the lion and the young lamb
dwell together in thy home.
Hear the cries of war fall silent.
Feel our love glow like the sun.
When we all serve one another,
then our heaven is begun.

Come, thou fount of inspiration.
Turn our lives to higher ways.
Lift our gloom and desperation.
Show the promise of this day.
Help us bind ourselves in union.
Help our hands tell of our love.
With thine aid, O fount of justice,
earth be fair as heav'n above.

Words: v.1, Robert Robinson; vs. 2-3, Eugene B. Navias.
Music: John Wyeth

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