Come Thou Fount

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 raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy great help I come.
And I hope by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus, sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood

O to grace, how great a debtor,
Daily I’m constrained to be,
Let thy grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.