🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing - Brent Brunson

 Come,  fount of every blessing,
 Tune my heart to  Thy grace;
 Streams  mercy, never ceasing,
 Call for  of loudest praise.
 Teach me some  sonnet,
 Sung by  tongues above.
  the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
 Mount of God’s  love.
 
 Here I raise mine 
 Hither  Thy help I’m come;
 And  hope, by Thy good pleasure,
 Safely to  at home.
 Jesus sought me when  stranger,
 Wandering from  fold of God;
 He, to  me from danger,
  His precious blood.
 
 O to grace how great  debtor
 Daily I’m constrained to 
 Let Thy goodness,  a fetter,
  my wandering heart to Thee.
 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel 
 Prone to leave the  I love;
 Here’s my heart, O  and seal it,
 Seal it for  courts above.