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 raise my 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,
wander'ng from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wander'ng 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.