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 fixt upon it, Mount of God’s unchanging Love.
2. Here I raise my Eben-ezer, Hither by thy Grace I’m come; So I hope by thy good Pleasure, Shortly to arrive at Home: Jesus sought me, when a Stranger, Wand’ring from the Fold of God; He to rescue me from Danger, Interpos’d with precious Blood.
3. O! to Grace how great a Debtor, Daily I’m constrain’d to be; Let that Grace now like a Fetter, Bind my wand’ring Heart to Thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave that God I love; Take my Heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from thy Courts above.
4. O that Day when freed from Sinning, I shall see thy lovely Face; Cloathed then in blood-wash’d Linnen, How I’ll sing thy sov’reign Grace: Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransom’d Soul away; Send thine Angels now to carry Me to Realms of endless Day.