Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, thou Fount of every blessing;  

tune my heart to sing thy grace;  

streams of mercy, never ceasing,  

call for songs of loudest praise.  

Teach me some melodious sonnet,  

sung by flaming tongues above;  

praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,  

mount of God's unchanging love!  

Here I raise my Ebenezer;  

hither by thy help I'm come;  

and I hope, by thy good pleasure,  

safely to arrive at home.  

Jesus sought me when a stranger,  

wandering 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 that grace now, like a fetter,  

bind my wandering heart to thee.  

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.

                             - Robert Robinson

Tune your senses to see His grace.

                             - John Piper