Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing


cffblog6.jpgSeptember 16, 2018 (Sunday)
Robert Roberson was a very small boy when he father died. As he grew up having no father to teach and guide him, he fell in with rowdy boys. They were constantly getting into mischief, but one day he began thinking about God and went to hear evangelist Whitfield. He accepted Christ at age 20 and wrote this hymn at age 22. He became a minister.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Author: Robert Robinson (1758);
Tune: Martin Madan (1760)

1 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 I’m fixed upon it
mount of God’s redeeming love.
2 Here I find my greatest treasure;
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,
bought me with his precious blood.
3 Oh, 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, O take and seal it;
seal it for thy courts above.