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.

He, 

to rescue me from danger,

interposed 

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.