Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

1. Come, Thou Fount of ev- ery bless- ing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mer- cy, ne- ver ceas- ing, Call for songs of loud- est praise. Teach me some me- lo- dious son- net, Sung by fla- ming tongues a- bove. Praise the mount! I'm fixed u- pon it, Mount of Thy re- deem- ing love.

2. Sorr'w- ing I shall be in spi- rit, Till re- leased from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do in- her- it, Here Thy prais- es I'll be- gin; Here I raise my Eb- en- e- zer; Here by Thy great help I've come; And I hope, by Thy good plea- sure, Safe- ly to ar- rive at home.

3. Je- sus sought me when a stran- ger, Wand'r- ing from the fold of God; He, to res- cue me from dan- ger, In- ter- posed His pre- cious blood; How His kind- ness yet pur- sues me Mor- tal tongue can ne- ver tell, Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I can- not pro- claim it well.

4. O to grace how great a debt- or Dail- y I'm con- strained to be! Let Thy good- ness, like a fet- ter, Bind my wand'r- ing heart to Thee. Prone to wan- der, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts a- bove.

5. O that day when freed from sin- ning, I shall see Thy love- ly face; Cloth- �d then in blood washed lin- en How I'll sing Thy sover- eign grace; Come, my Lord, no long- er tar- ry, Take my ran- somed soul a- way; Send thine an- gels now to car- ry Me to realms of end- less day.