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.
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 my Ebenezer;
hither by Thy help I’ve come;
and I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed 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.

O that day when, freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face!
Clothed, then, in the blood-washed linen,
I shall sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come my Lord-- no longer tarry--
take my ransomed soul away!
Send Thine angels soon to carry
me to realms of endless day.

Written by Robert Robinson (1758).