Tears. Unexpected, streaming tears. Sweet, cleansing, purposeful tears. Washing, joy-filled, releasing tears. The kind that catch your breath and leave you speechless. It was just what my weary heart needed today.
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 thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here by thy great help I’ve come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand’ring from the fold of God.
He to rescue me from danger
Interposed his precious blood.
O that day when freed from sinning
I shall see thy lovely face.
Clothed then in blood-washed linen
How I’ll 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.
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, O, take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above
I have loved this hymn since I was a little girl. The melody is simple and almost poetic. I want it played, or sung, or both, at my funeral some day, many, many years from now. Lord willing.
An Englishman, Robert Robinson, went to a revival with the intent of mockery and heckling attendees. Instead his soul was touched and three years later he gave his life to Christ. In 1757 or 1758, he wrote this hymn while preparing a sermon. Two hundred fifty-nine year later the words are still moving within the hearts of those who will listen.
And listen, won’t you?