Come, Thou Fount of ev ’ry bless ing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mer cy, nev er ceas ing, Call for songs of loud est praise.

Teach me some me lo dious son net, Sung by flam ing tongues a bove; Praise His name I’m fixed up on it Name of God’s re deem ing love.

Here I raise mine Eb e ne zer; Hith er by Thy help I’m come; And I hope by Thy good pleas ure, Safe ly to ar rive at home.

Je sus sought me when a stran ger, Wan d’ring from the fold of God; He, to res cue me from dan ger, Bought me with His pre cious love.

Here I blood.

O to grace how great a debt or Dai I’m con strained to be!

Let Thy good ness, like a fet ter, Bind wan d’ring heart to Thee.

Prone to wan der, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal for Thy courts a bove.