354. Come Thou fount

1.

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace ;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand’ring from the ways of God :

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

3.

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.

4.

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.

5.

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.