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 raise my stone of help, Lord,

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 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, oh, take and seal it,

Seal it for Thy courts above.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love;

Here's my heart, now take and seal it,

Seal it for Thy courts above.

Here's my heart,

Seal it for Your courts above.

Oh, come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.