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.
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.
Tuning
Rotating the pegs
to stretch or relieve the string
to produce the acceptable pitch
Turning the dial to adjust
the frequency
to the required signal
Balancing each part
in order for the machine
to run smoothly and efficiently
Altering attitudes and actions
to adjust to a
new purpose or situation
remind me of the
hidden gems
that are hidden in one's heart.
Fill me with Love;
brimming joy
that freely flows to others.
brimming joy
that freely flows to others.
Gift me with words
to lift up
and not pull down.
Let me be a river
of your grace.
Rotating, Turning,
Balancing, Altering.
Tune my heart.
Rotating, Turning,
Balancing, Altering.
Tune my heart.
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