Wednesday, March 19

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Psalm 145:7 They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.

The angel in the above photograph inspires one to think about the glorious music that will no doubt be played and sung in heaven. What more can be said about the beautiful and meaningful words of the hymn below. This is a song that is focused on the mercy and grace of our triune God. The sweetness of praise and thanksgiving drips from each line as well as the redeeming love of Jesus Christ. From an admission of being prone to wander, the writer begs that God would take his heart and seal it. These are beautiful words that flow together to make a beautiful tune.

Brethren, meditate and reflect on these words line by line. Especially consider the last four lines which state: “Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.” Praise God for the glory to come. What do we have to fear in this world? (Romans 8:35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?)

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Words by: Robert Robinson

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.


Baptist Girl said...

Hi Jazz,
What a lovely hymn to listen to. I went youtube and listened to a few videos of it being sung and it was just so beautiful. I wish they sung more hymns like that in the church today. One day we can leave all this behind us and just spend every moment giving God the Glory. Holy, Holy Holy is our God almighty!


jazzycat said...

Thanks Cristina,
I love the words of this hymn. They are so brief yet say so much.

donsands said...

"Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day."

Some days my heart aches for this. It's more for my sin, trials, and hardships here, then to be with our Savior methinks. However, I do long to see the Christ, the Faithful One, who bore my sin and shame, and who by His sovereign grace chose me, called me, justified me, and shall bring me into His glory, to behold His glory.

This is one of the great, great hymns.
Thanks for sharing it Wayne.

jazzycat said...

Thanks. It is a great hymn with great meaningful words.