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.
Hitherto thy love hath blessed me; thou hast brought me to this place; and I know thy hand will lead me safely home by thy good grace. Jesus sought me when a stranger wand'ring from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.
Oh, 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, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above!
Oh, that day when, freed from sinning, I shall see thy lovely face; full arrayed in blood-washed linen, how I'll sing thy sov'reign grace! Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, bring thy promises to pass; for I know thy pow'r will keep me till I'm home with thee at last!