Phil Wickham - Come thou fount

^ECo^Bme Thou Fount of Every Blessing, ^E/G#Tune ^Amy^B h^Eeart to sing Thy grace; ^ESt^Breams of mercy, never ceasing, ^E/G#Call ^Afo^Br ^Esongs of loudest praise. ^C#mTeac^Bh me some melodious sonnet, ^ASu^Bng^C#m by flaming tongues above; ^EPr^Baise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, ^EMo^Aun^Bt ^Eof Thy redeeming love. E B E/G# A B E

^EOh^B, to grace how great a debtor, ^E/G#daily^A I^B'm^E constrained to be! ^C#mLet ^E/G#Thy goodness, like a fetter, ^E/G#bind ^Amy^B w^Eand'ring heart to Thee. ^C#mPron^Be to wander, Lord, I feel it, ^Apr^Bon^C#me to leave the God I love; ^BHe^Ere^B's my heart, Oh, take and seal it, ^E/G#Seal ^Ait^B f^Eor Thy courts above. E B E/G# A B E

^BHe^Ere^B's my heart, Oh, take and seal it, ^E/G#Seal ^Ait^B f^Eor Thy courts above.