Sunday, June 26, 2011

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

I have been singing this song a lot recently and it is quickly becoming one of my favorite hymns. In reading the worlds and trying to decipher a meaning, I really see three ideas being weaved together. 


1) A longing to be in Heaven. 
2) Being pursued, and then bound to Christ. 
3) Our Earthly Bodies vs Spiritual Bodies. 




"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."

This is definitely my favorite part of the hymn. It speaks so true to our natural tendencies to follow our own path. Especially coming off of a "spiritual high," we selfishly try and face the world without acknowledging our Lord. This only leads to despair. I love the plea at the end asking the Lord to keep our hearts in Heaven to avoid the frailty of this world. 





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.


Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,

Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
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,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.


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.


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.

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