Monday Prayer

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 God's unchanging love. 

Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constained to be! Let Thy grace Lord, like a feter, bind my wandering heart to Thee:  Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.  Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.

-from Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing by Robert Robinson, 1758 (bolding mine)