Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing Songtext
von Amy Shreve

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 Thy redeeming love.

Here I'll 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,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my feeble heart to Thee.

"Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,"
Long I cried to be made pure;
"Here′s my heart, O take and seal it,
Work in me Thy double cure."

Hallelujah! I have found it,
The full cleansing I had craved,
And to all the world I′ll sound it:
They too may be wholly saved.


I am sealed by Thy sweet Spirit,
Prone no longer now to roam;
And Thy voice, I'll humbly hear it,
For Thy presence is my home.