1  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,

       Wand'ring from the face of God;

    He, to save my soul from danger,

       Interposed His precious blood.

 2  O to grace how great a debtor

       Daily I'm constrained to be!

    Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

       Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.

    Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,

       Meet for me Thy grace to prove,

    While I sing the countless treasure

       Of my God's unchanging love.

 3  Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

       Prone to leave the God I love:

    Take my heart, oh, take and 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.