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Come 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 Jesus sought me when a stranger Wandering from the fold of God He, to rescue me from danger Interposed His precious blood How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be Let Thy goodness like a fetter Bind my wandering heart to Thee Prone to wander, Lord I feel it Prone to leave the God I love Here's my heart, Lord take and seal it Seal it for Thy courts above O that day when freed from sinning I shall see Thy lovely face Clothed then in blood washed linen How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace Oh, I'll sing my song The grace Oh, I'll sing my song The grace Oh, I'll sing my song The grace Come, my Lord, do not tarry Take my ransomed soul away Come, my Lord, do not tarry Take my ransomed soul away Come, my Lord, do not tarry Take my ransomed soul away Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless days

Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand Wouldst kiss me pretty, would hold my hand Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee I'd feel so rich in a hut for two Two rooms, a kitchen, I'm sure would do Give me not a lot of just a plot of land And thou swell, thou witty, thou grand Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand Wouldst kiss me pretty, would hold my hand Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee Well, I'd feel so rich in a hut for two Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do Give me not a lot of just a plot of land And thou swell, thou witty and thou sweet, thou pretty Thou swell, thou sweet, thou witty, thou grand

Hang my head, hide my face Chained to the guilt, the sum of my mistakes. Disciplined a path divined Disciplined a wound that's mine Stains like jewelsadorned in waste Deified by disgrace Disciplined a path defined Disciplined clutch what's mine. Penance for what comes to pass. Pulling on the strings of thought. Stalked by acceptance. Unable to pivot. Scar of a man, lessons learned by your hand. Praised be fetters worn Glory be lessons learned

Be Thou my vision, oh, Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light Be Thou my wisdom and Thou my true word I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord Thou my great Father, I Thy true son Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee one High King of Heaven my victory won May I reach heaven's joys, oh, bright heaven's sun Heart of my own heart whatever befall Still be my vision, oh, ruler of all Thou and Thou only first in my heart High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art