Hymn 217 - Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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 mine 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,

Bought me with His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor,

Daily I’m constrained to be!

Let Thy goodness, as 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.