Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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 pause along my journey; by thy help thusfar I've come; and I hope, by thy great mercy, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; came to rescue me from danger, gave his body, shed his blood.

O to grace how great a debtor daily I am called to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering 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.