to the tune of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"
One says ‘quicker in times of trouble; pleasure cures these painful blows.’
The other says ‘Come Thou Holy Helper,
I do not understand my path.’
And surely, surely He will find you, just as surely as you did ask.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be.
Let that 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, oh, take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.
Oh, the day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry.
Take my ransom’d soul away.
Send Thine angels soon to carry me to realms of endless day.
Come Thou Font 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.