Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing,
Tune My Heart To Sing Thy Grace;
Streams Of Mercy, Never Ceasing,
Call For Songs Of Loudest Praise.

Here I’ll 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,
Wandering 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 Thy Grace, Lord, 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, Oh, Take And Seal It.
Seal It For Thy Courts Above.