Come, O Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Your grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise:
Songs of God’s abundant treasure
sung by angel tongues above,
songs that tell the boundless measure
of my Lord’s unchanging love!
I remember God’s great mercy:
by His help I’ve safely come;
and I know He will not fail me,
but will surely bring me home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
wandering far away from God,
and, to rescue me from danger,
shed for me His precious blood.
Through God’s grace I am His debtor-
daily I this thought renew!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter
bind my wandering heart to You.
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 Your courts above.
On that day, when freed from sinning,
I shall see Your lovely face.
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen,
how I’ll sing Your sovereign grace.
Come, O Fount of every blessing
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry!
Bring Your promises to pass!
For I know Your power will keep me,
‘til I’m home with You at last.