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 blood

Jesus sought me when, a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God.
He, to resue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

Prone to wander, Lord I feel it,
Pront to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

O to grace, how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, as a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.

Prone to wander, Lord I feel it,
Pront to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

Robert Robinson