Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry 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.

Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,Hither by thy help I'm come;And I hope by thy good pleasure,Safely to arrive at home.Jesus sought me when a stranger,Wand'ring from the fold of God,He, to rescue me from danger,Interposed his precious blood.

Oh! to grace how great a debtorDaily I'm constrained to be!Let thy goodness, like a fetter,Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;Prone to leave the God I love—Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;Seal it for thy courts above.