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.