Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
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
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let they goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee
