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.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've 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 debtor
Daily 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; O, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Oh, that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Then adorned in blood-washed linen,
How I'll sing Thy sov'reign grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry;
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.