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’ll 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.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my feeble heart to Thee. “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,” Long I cried to be made pure; “Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Work in me Thy double cure.”
Hallelujah! I have found it, The full cleansing I had craved, And to all the world I’ll sound it: They too may be wholly saved. I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit, Prone no longer now to roam; And Thy voice, I’ll humbly hear it, For Thy presence is my home.