1 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.

2 Here I 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
wand'ring from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh 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!