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.

Jesus sought me when a stranger

Wand’ring from the face of God;

He

to save my soul from danger

Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor

Daily I’m constrained to be!

Let that grace

Lord

like a fetter

Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.

Teach me

Lord

some rapturous measure

Meet for me Thy grace to prove

While I sing the countless treasure

Of my God’s unchanging love.

Prone to wander

Lord

I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love:

Take my heart

oh

take and seal it

With Thy Spirit from above.

Rescued thus from sin and danger

Purchased by the Savior’s blood

May I walk on earth a stranger

As a son and heir of God.