Mercyme - Come thou fount

Come thou ^Dfount of every ^Ablessing ^D/F#Tune my ^Gheart to ^Asing thy ^Dgrace Streams of ^Bmmercy never ^Aceasing ^D/F#Call for ^Gsongs of ^Aloudest ^Dpraise Teach me ^Bmsome melodious ^Dsonnet Sung by ^Gflaming ^Atongues a^Bmbove Praise the ^Dmount I'm fixed u^Apon it ^DMount of ^Gthy red^Aeeming ^Dlove

Jesus ^Dsought me when a ^Astranger ^D/F#Wandering ^Gfrom the f^Aold of ^DGod He, to ^Bmrescue me from d^Aanger ^D/F#Interp^Gosed his ^Aprecious ^Dblood. How his ^Bmkindness yet pur^Dsues me Mortal ^Gtongue can ^Anever ^Bmtell Clothed in ^Dflesh till death shall l^Aoose me ^DI cann^Got proc^Alaim it ^Dwell

O to ^Dgrace how great a d^Aebtor ^D/F#Daily I^G'm cons^Atrained to ^Dbe Let thy ^Bmgoodness, like a f^Aetter ^D/F#Bind my ^Gwandering ^Aheart to ^Dthee Prone to w^Bmander, Lord, I ^Dfeel it Prone to ^Gleave the ^AGod I ^Bmlove Here's my ^Dheart, O take and ^Aseal it, ^DSeal it ^Gfor thy c^Aourts a^Dbove

O that ^Dday when free from ^Asinning ^D/F#I shall ^Gsee that l^Aovely ^Dface Clothen ^Bmin my blood washed ^Alinen ^D/F#How I'll s^Ging thy ^Asovereign ^Dgrace Send thine ^Dangels now to c^Aarry ^DMe to ^Grealms of e^Andless ^Dday.