Music by John Wyeth, words by Robert Robinson
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,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,
Fit for blood-bought hosts above;
While I sing the countless treasure
Of my God's unchanging love.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Yet the Lord has deigned to 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.