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
I’ll praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
Here I raise my 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
Wondering 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 Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above
What fabulous words from a timeless hymn. After being converted at the age of 23, Robert Robinson penned this just 3 years later. He first listened to George Whitfield at the age of 17 and he message haunted him for years.
Such words drip with honesty and deep yearning for a daily awareness of His great grace. Oh that He may bind our wandering hearts – even today – to Himself! Oh that we would live with a longing and anticipation for that day when we stand in His courts!