Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus saught me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God;
He to save my soul 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 wondering heart to Thee.
Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure, meet for blood-bought hosts above;
While I sing the countless treasure of my God's unchanging love.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; prone to leave the God I love:
Yet Thou Lord has deigned to seal it, with Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger, purchased by the Savior's blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger, as a son and heir of God.
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