Come Thou Fount

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be.
Let that 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.

Yesterday I was waiting at the bus stop and this came on my iPod. I think I listened to it at least three times. I'm so glad that others can put things more eloquently than I can.