~* COME, THOU FOUNT OF EV'RY BLESSING *~
Robert Robinson, 1735-1790
O Lord, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
It would be enlightening if the people in the pew could stand on the platform and observe the congregational singing during an average church service. One would
soon concur that there are many who appear to have attended church without the express purpose of having a personal encounter with God. Comparatively few
people reveal evidence of forgetting themselves and their daily tasks in worship and praise of God or of appropriating the great truths about which they sing.
How different would be our times of corporate praise if each of us would heed the apostle Paul's teaching of the need to
"sing with the spirit, and...with the understanding also." (I Corinthians 14:15). Not all of us are able to sing tunefully, but everyone in whom the Spirit of God dwells
can and should respond with joyful praise when the opportunity is presented.
During his early teen years, Robert Robinson lived in London, where he mixed with a notorious gang of hoodlums and led a life of debauchery. At the age of 17 he
attended a meeting where the noted evanglist George Whitfield was preaching. Robinson went for the purpose of "scoffing at those poor, deluded Methodists" and
ended up professing faith in Christ as his Saviour! Soon he felt the call to preach the Gospel and subsequently became the pastor of a rather large Baptist church in
Cambridge, England. Despite his young age, Robinson became known as an able minister and scholar, writing various theological books as well as several hymns,
including these words written when he was just 23 years of age.
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! Iím fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help Iím 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 Iím 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;
Hereís my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How Iíll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
*For Today*: I Samuel 7:10-12; Psalm 68:19; Zechariah 13:1; Romans 5:2
Why not raise your "Ebenezer" (a memorial to God's faithfulness) with these words.
Music url: The Cyber Hymnal
Taken from Amazing Grace -- 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions © Copyright 1990 by Kenneth W. Osbeck. Published by Kregel Publications, Grand Rapids, MI. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
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