Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

1Come,
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 ever to adore Thee,
May I still Thy goodness prove.
While the hope of endless glory Fills my heart with joy and love.

2Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come,
And I hope by Thy good pleasure Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger Interposed His precious blood.

3O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind me closer still 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.