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; / Here by Thy great 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; / O to grace how great a debtor / Daily I'm constrained to be! / Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, / Bind my wandering 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. / O that day when freed from sinning, / I shall see Thy lovely face; / Clothed then in blood washed linen / How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace; / Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, / Take my ransomed soul away; / Send thine angels now to carry / Me to realms of endless day.