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 Name! I‘m fixed upon it,
Name of Thy redeeming love.
Hither to thy love has blessed me;
Thou hast brought me to this place;
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering 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, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering 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.
Oh that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Full arrayed in blood washed linen
How I‘ll sing Thy sovereign 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 you at last.
Text by Robert Robinson, 4th vs. alt. words by Bob Kauflin
Music by John Wyeth