Monday, June 23, 2008

one more hymn...with an explanation

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
By: Robert Robinson, 1735-90

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I’ve 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.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now 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, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

A little explanation. This week it was "come thou fount of every blessing" at church on Sunday. Pastor Mark spoke and we ended with song. This one in particular broke me. The 3rd verse to be exact. Tears. That's all I can say. Tears and lots of hugs to my kids and husband. I love you Lord.

1 comment:

breepick said...

I LOVE that verse. We sing an adapted version at church and that part always makes me tear up! I love your heart, Mer-Mer. The song reminds me of Doc Pecota, too.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.