Sufjan Stevens - Come thou fount of every blessing

Come Thou ^GFount of every ^Dblessing ^GTune my ^Cheart to ^Dsing Thy ^Ggrace; Streams of ^Gmercy, never ^Dceasing, ^GCall for ^Csongs of ^Dloudest ^Gpraise Teach me ^Gsome melodious^Em sonnet, Sung by ^Cflaming^D tongues^G above. ^DPraise the ^Gmount! I'm fixed u^Dpon it, ^GMount of ^CThy re^Ddeeming ^Glove.

Here I ^Graise my Ebe^Dnezer; ^GHither ^Cby Thy ^Dhelp I'm^G come; And I ^Ghope, by Thy good ^Dpleasure, ^GSafely ^Cto ar^Drive at ^Ghome. Jesus ^Gsought me when a^Em stranger, Wandering ^Cfrom the^D fold of^G God; ^DHe, to ^Grescue me from ^Ddanger, ^GInter^Cposed His ^Dprecious ^Gblood.

O to ^Ggrace how great a ^Ddebtor ^GDaily ^CI'm cons^Dtrained to ^Gbe! Let thy ^Ggoodness like a ^Dfetter, ^GBind my ^Cwandering ^Dheart to ^GThee. Prone to ^Gwander, Lord, I^Em feel it, Prone to ^Cleave the^D God I^G love; ^DHere's my ^Gheart, O take and ^Dseal it, ^GSeal it ^Cfor Thy ^Dcourts a^Gbove.