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 ever to adore Thee,
May
I still Thy goodness prove,
While
the hope of endless glory
Fills
my heart with joy and love.
2
Here
I raise mine 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.
3
O,
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.