Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

I awoke this morning with the words of this hymn on my mind; it was one of my favourites in the 1990’s. I haven’t sung it in ages, but I’m singing it today.
Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing
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 my 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 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, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.
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* I most times sing these lines as:
Lord I love you, Lord I love you,
You are the God I love