Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Here I 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,
wandering from the
fold of God;

he, to rescue
me from danger,
interposed his
precious blood.

Verse 3

O to grace
how great a debtor
daily I’m
constrained 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.