Thursday, April 21, 2011

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
wandering from the fold of God.

to rescue me from danger,
His precious blood!

Here's my heart, Lord,
take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

When I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

1 comment:

Mary Ann said...