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.