354. Come Thou fount

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the ways of God :
He, to rescue me 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 wand’ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to grieve the One I love :
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it,
With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Saviour's blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.

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