This is another very familiar hymn. Surely you all know it — or at least, some version of it. I don’t know if there is another hymn of which the verses have been disassembled and rearranged more than this one. As usual, this is the Concordia version. I’m sure you will find discrepancies between this and yours.
31 Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore Thee,
May I still Thy goodness prove.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Here by Thy great 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.
O to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let Thy grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring 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.
—The Concordia Hymnal (Augsburg Publishing House), 1960.
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