Willow Tree

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Come, Thou Fount
Robert Robinson                          John Wyeth
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, Im fixed upon it! Mount of thy redeeming love.

Here Ill raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help Ill 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 His precious blood.

O to grace, how great a debtor Daily Im 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;
Heres my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.