Hymns (1948),
no. 24
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
1. 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.
2. O to grace how great a debtorDaily 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.