COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
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 some melodious measure, Sung by flaming tongues above: O the vast, the boundless treasure, Of my Lord’s unchanging love!
Here I raise my Ebenezer*— Hither by Thy help I’m come, And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee: Prone to wander—Lord, I feel it— Prone to leave the God I love: Take my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above.
Robert Robinson, 1735-90