David Crowder Band - Come thou fount

^ECome Thou ^AFount of every ^Eblessing, Tune my ^Dheart to ^Esing Thy ^Agrace; ^AStreams of mercy, never ^Eceasing, Call for ^Dsongs of ^Eloudest ^Apraise. ^ATeach me ^Dsome melodious s^Aonnet, ^ASung by f^Dlaming tongues a^Ebove; Praise the ^Amount! I'm fixed ^Eupon it, ^EMount of ^DThy re^Edeeming ^Alove.

^AHere I raise my "Ebenez^Eer"; Hither ^Dby Thy ^Ehelp I'm ^Acome; And I ^Ahope, by Thy good ^Epleasure, ^ESafely ^Dto ar-^Erive at ^Ahome. ^AJesus ^Dsought me when a ^Astranger, ^AWandering ^Dfrom the fold of ^EGod; He, to ^Arescue me from ^Edanger, ^EInter^Dposed His ^Eprecious ^Ablood.

Oh, to ^Agrace how great a ^Edebtor, Daily ^DI'm cons^Etrained to ^Abe! Let Thy ^Agoodness, like a ^Efetter, Bind my ^Dwand'ring ^Eheart to ^AThee. ^AProne to ^Dwander, Lord, I ^Afeel it, ^AProne to ^Dleave the God I ^Elove; Here's my ^Aheart, Oh, take and ^Eseal it, ^ESeal it ^Dfor Thy ^Ecourts a-^Above.

Here's my h^Aeart, Oh, take an^Ed seal it, ^ESeal it ^Dfor Thy ^Ecourts a-^Above.