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 sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise
the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve 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
Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone
to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s
my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed
then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come,
my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine
angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day
Robert Robinson