Come, Thou Fount of every blessing (Hymn 319)

Verse 1: 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. Verse 2: O 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. Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure, Meet for me Thy grace to prove, While I sing the countless treasure Of my God's unchanging love. Verse 3: 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. 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.