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 fix’d upon it:

Mount of thy redeeming love!

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,

Wand’ring 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 thy goodness, 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, O take and seal it,

Seal it for thy courts above!