Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand’ring from the face of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed His precious blood.
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O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee. Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure, Meet for me Thy grace to prove, While I sing the countless treasure Of my God’s unchanging love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,
Meet for me Thy grace to prove,
While I sing the countless treasure
Of my God's unchanging love.
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Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love: Take my heart, oh, take and seal it With Thy Spirit from above. Rescued thus from sin and danger, Purchased by the Savior’s blood, May I walk on earth a stranger, As a son and heir of God.
What an amazing song! I am so often prone to wander, so it is an encouraging song. I love to wake up in the morning and sing a hymn with my devotions, and I often flip to this one.
I love this song so much. It blesses my soul always. For some days now I can't stop singing it out as my worship to God who has been faithful to me and my family.
I never tire of hearing this beautiful old hymn either. Learned it not from church, but from the leaders of a powerful ministry of which I have been a member for many years. Very stirring.
Robert Robinson had always been prone to wander. Apprenticed to a barber at 14, he spent more time reading and playing with friends than cutting hair. Then, still a teen, he went to a George Whitfield meeting, intending to ridicule it - and instead was converted. After his apprenticeship was over, Robinson went into the ministry. He wrote this hymn at the age of 23 as he served at the Calvinistic Methodist Church in Norfolk, England.
Late in life, Robinson did stray from the faith. Once, in a stagecoach, he sat by a lady who was reading a hymnbook. She showed him "Come, Thou Fount," saying how wonderful it was. He tried to change the subject, but couldn't. Finally he said, "Madam, I am the unhappy man who wrote that hymn many years ago, and I would give a thousand worlds to enjoy the feelings I had then." - Great Songs of Faith by Brown & Norton
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See David Jones' posting on 4/18/2010 for lyrics closer to the original. My favorite part of this hymn is the rich allusion of the memorable, "Here I raise my Ebenezer" (stone of help 1 Sam 7:2-14) in the original stanza 2.