Come, thou fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart a song to raise,
Streams of favor, never ceasing,
Call for notes of heartfelt praise,

Teach me some melodious sonnet
Grace to gratitude doth move.
Praise thy grace, I glory in it!
Grace so full of matchless love.

Not alone hath grace redeemed me,
Bought me with Christ’s precious blood,
Sought me out when I, a stranger,
Wandered from the fold of God;

But beyond this great salvation
God hath shown me wondrous grace,
Called me with a heav’nly calling,
Ever to behold his face.

O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Lord, thy goodness, like a fetter,
Binds my grateful heart to thee,

I will tread the way appointed,
Rough and thorny though it be;
In the steps of thine Anointed;
‘Tis my privilege I see.

—Hymns of Dawn