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PRAYING AND PRAISING.
329 8, 7.
Past mercies acknowledged, and future ones sought.
1 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, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy grace I’ve come;
And I trust by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood.
3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I’m constrained to be !
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering soul to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
4 Oh! that day, when freed from sinning,
I shall see thy lovely face,
Richly clothed in blood-washed linen,
How I’ll sing thy sovereign grace;
Come, dear Lord, no longer tarry;
Take my raptured soul away;
Send thine angels down to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
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