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Come thou fount of every blessing |
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Tune my heart to sing your praise |
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Streams of mercy never ceasing |
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Call for songs of loudest praise |
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Teach me some melodious sonnet |
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Sung by flaming tongues above |
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Praise the mount |
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I'm fixed upon it |
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The mount of thy redeeming blood |
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Oh to grace how great a debtor |
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Daily I'm constrained to be |
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Let your goodness like a fetter |
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Bind my wandering heart to thee |
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Prone to wander, |
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Lord I feel it |
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Prone to leave the |
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God I love |
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Here's my heart |
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Lord, Take and seal it |
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Seal it for thy courts above |
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Prone to wander, |
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Lord I feel it |
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Prone to leave the |
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God I love |
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Prone to hear you and not heed it |
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Prone to scorn you in your love |
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Prone to wander |
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Prone to wander |
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Oh to grace how great a debtor |
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Daily I'm constrained to be |
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Let your goodness like a fetter |
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Bind my wandering heart to thee |
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Jesus sought me while a stranger |
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Wandering from the heart of |
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God And He to rescue me from danger |
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Used his own precious blood |
