COME THOU FOUNT OF EVRY 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