334 ~ Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing


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 ever to adore Thee, May I still Thy goodness prove, While the hope of endless glory Fills my heart with joy and love.


Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I've 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.


O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind me closer still 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.