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.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore thee;
May I still thy goodness prove.

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,
Wandring 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 that grace now like a fetter
Blind my wandring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

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