COME, THOU FOUNT OF EV'RY BLESSING

Come, Thou fount of ev'ry 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.

O to grace, how great a debtor,

Daily I'm constrained to be,

Let thy grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it;

Seal it for thy courts above