Hymns, no. 70
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

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. 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 debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness, as a fetter, Bind my wandering 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.