Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, Thou Fount of ev-ery bless-ing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mer-cy, nev-er ceas-ing,
Call for songs of loud-est praise.
Teach me some mel-o-dious son-net,
Sung by flam-ing tongues a-bove;
Praise the mount! I'm fixed up-on it,
Mount of Thy re-deem-ing love.
Here I raise my Eb-en-e-zer;
Hith-er by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good plea-sure,
Safe-ly to ar-rive at home.
Je-sus sought me when a stran-ger,
Wan-dering from the fold of God:
He, to res-cue me from dan-ger,
In-ter-posed His pre-cious blood.
O to grace how great a debt-or
Dai-ly I'm con-strained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fet-ter,
Bind my wan-dering heart to Thee.
Prone to wan-der, 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 a-bove.