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.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

   Wand'ring from the face of God;

He, to save my soul from danger,

   Interposed His precious blood.

 2 

O to grace how great a debtor

   Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

   Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.

Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,

   Meet for me Thy grace to prove,

While I sing the countless treasure

   Of my God's unchanging love.

 3 

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

   Prone to leave the God I love:

Take my heart, oh, take and seal it

   With Thy Spirit from above.

Rescued thus from sin and danger,

   Purchased by the Savior's blood,

May I walk on earth a stranger,

   As a son and heir of God.