Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry 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,

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.

O that day, when freed from sinning,

I shall see Thy lovely face;

Richly clothed in bloodwashed linen,

How I'll sing Thy sov'reign grace.

Come, dear Lord, no longer tarry;

Take my raptured soul away;

Send Thine angels down to carry

Me to realms of endless day.