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Note that the book from which this song was taken is currently out of print.

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

CHORUS.
Sinners, come unto the Saviour;
Don't you see that God is good?
His arms are open to receive you,
Taste and see that God is love.