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 thy Name! I‘m fixed upon it,
Name of God's redeeming love.
Hither to Thy love has blessed me;
Thou hast bro't me to this place;
And I know Thy hand will bring 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,
Bo't 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 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.
Text by Robert Robinson; adapted by Margaret Clarkson
Music by Traditional American melody; John Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, 1813
Arr. © 1997 by Integrity's Hosanna! Music and Word Music (a div. of WORD MUSIC). All rights reserved.