Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

This hymn reflects my thoughts from yesterday on Galatians ("He, to rescue me from danger") and here lately as the Spirit has caused me to meditate on the abundance of His grace and power at work in every believer, especially in the realm of fighting against the world, flesh and devil (O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be).  For a wonderful list of all the blessings lavished on believers, see Ephesians chapter one, some of which I wrote in bullet format here.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ . . .

Ephesians 1:3

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 raise mine 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 Thy grace, Lord, 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, Lord, take and seal it, 

Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning, 

I shall see Thy lovely face;

Clothed then in blood washed linen 

How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace;

Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, 

Take my ransomed soul away;

Send thine angels now to carry 

Me to realms of endless day.

For all the verses and a brief biography visit cyberhymnal.