Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing. D A Come, Thou Fount of every blessing D G A D Tune my heart to sing Thy grace Dsus D A Streams of mercy, never ceasing D G A D Call for songs of loudest praise Dsus D G D Teach me some melodious sonnet A D G D Sung by flaming tongues above Asus D A Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it D G A D Mount of Thy
How Great Thou Art. One day in 1885, Carl Boberg was caught in a thunderstorm in his native Sweden. Looking around after the storm passed, Boberg became overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun and the sound of birds singing. In awe, he fell to his knees and gave thanks to God. To commemorate this unforgettable moment, he wrote a poem.
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