The Fount

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! All ye to the fountain fly All ye to the fountain fly Made clean, Alleluia cry All ye to the fountain fly 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. All ye to the fountain fly All ye to the fountain fly Made clean, Alleluia cry All ye to the fountain fly 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. All ye to the fountain fly All ye to the fountain fly Made clean, Alleluia cry All ye to the fountain fly I know I'm prone to wander Please keep me on the straight and narrow All ye to the fountain fly All ye to the fountain fly Made clean, Alleluia cry All ye to the fountain fly