Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

{c: Verse 1}
Come, Thou [D]Fount of every [A]blessing
Tune my [G]heart to [A]sing Thy [D]grace;
Streams of [D]mercy, never [A]ceasing,
Call for [G]songs of [A]loudest [D]praise.
Teach me [D]some [A]me[G]lodious son[D]net,
Sung by [D]flam[A]ing [G]tongues a[D]bove.
Praise the [D]mount! I'm fixed u[A]pon it,
Mount of [G]Thy re[A]deeming [D]love.

{c: Verse 2}
Here I [D]raise my Eben[A]ezer;
Hither [G]by Thy [A]help I'm [D]come;
And I [D]hope, by Thy good [A]pleasure,
Safely [G]to ar[A]rive at [D]home.
Jesus [D]sought [A]me [G]when a stran[D]ger,
Wandering [D]from the [G]fold of [D]God;
He, to [D]rescue me from [A]danger,
Inter[G]posed His [A]precious [D]blood.

{c: Verse 3}
O to [D]grace how great a [A]debtor
Daily [G]I'm con[A]strained to [D]be!
Let Thy [D]goodness, like a [A]fetter,
Bind my [G]wandering [A]heart to [D]Thee.
Prone to [D]wan[A]der, [G]Lord, I feel [D]it,
Prone to [D]leave the [G]God I [D]love;
Here's my [D]heart, O take and [A]seal it,
Seal it [G]for Thy [A]courts a[D]bove.

{c: Verse 4}
Oh that [D]day when freed from [A]sinning,
I shall [G]see Thy [A]lovely [D]face;
Full ar[D]rayed in blood-washed [A]linen,
How I'll [G]sing Thy [A]sovereign [D]grace.
Come, my [D]Lord, [A]no [G]longer tar[D]ry,
Bring Thy [D]promi[G]ses to [D]pass;
For I [D]know Thy power will [A]keep me,
Till I'm [G]home with [A]Thee at [D]last.

{c: Verse 2 Alt (skip)}
Hitherto Thy love has blessed me;
Thou hast brought me to this place.
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.