Come Thou Fount

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.

Teach me ever to adore Thee,

May I still Thy goodness prove,

While the hope of endless glory

Fills my heart with joy and love.

O’ to grace how great a debtor

Daily I’m constrained to be!

Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind me closer still to Thee.

Prone to wander, Lord, I fell it,

Prone to leave the God I love;

Here’s my heart—O, take and seal it;

Seal it for Thy courts above.