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 sought me when a stranger,
  Wand'ring from the face of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
  Interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love:
Take my heart, oh, take and seal it
With Thy Spirit from above.

Now that I've obtained salvation,
Been from sins and death set free,
Let me live a life uncommon,
Manifest God's Son through me.
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.