...demands my soul, my life, my all...

Come thy fount of every blessing tune my heart to sing thy grace
streams of mercy never ceasing calls 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 mine Ebenezer, hither by thy help I 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



When I survey the wondrous cross,
on which the Prince of Glory died
my riches gain I count but lost,
and pour contempt on all my pride

Forbid it Lord that I should boast
save in the death of Christ my God
all the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood

See, from his head, his hands, his feet
sorrow and love flow mingled down
did e'er such love and sorrow meet
or thorns compose so rich a crown

Were the whole realm of nature mine
that were an offering far too small
love so amazing so divine
demands my soul, my life, my all