Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

A hymn for Christmas, a favorite of mine.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Adapted from Robert Robinson

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;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

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.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

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.

Oh, 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 my God above

Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

Seal it for thy courts above!