Sara Groves - Come Thou Fount lyrics

Come thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing your praise 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 The mount of thy redeeming blood Oh to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be Let your goodness 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 Prone to wander, Lord I feel it Prone to leave the God I love Prone to hear you and not heed it Prone to scorn you in your love Prone to wander Prone to wander Oh to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be Let your goodness like a fetter Bind my wandering heart to thee Jesus sought me while a stranger Wandering from the heart of God And He to rescue me from danger Used his own precious blood