Come, thou Fount of every blessing,ntune my heart to sing thy grace, streamsnof mercy, never ceasing, call for songs ofnloudest praise. Teach me some melodiousnsonnet, sung by faming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fxed upon it, mountnof thy redeeming love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer, hither by thynhelp I’m come, and I hope, by thy goodnpleasure, safely to arrive at home.Jesusnsought me when a stranger, wanderingnfrom the fold of God he, to rescue me fromndanger, interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor daily
I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness,nlike a fetter, bind my wandering heartnto thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,nprone to leave the God I love, here’s mynheart, O take and seal it, seal it for thyncourts above.