Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing was written a man by the name of Robert Robinson. Mr. Robinson started his working life as a barber and hairdresser in London, England. However, he did not like this work much and after coming to Christ at the age of 17, he became a Methodist and later a Baptist preacher. He faithfully served his congregations in England until his death at the age of 55.
This touching hymn is beautifully written and sounds just like a prayer of thanksgiving, faith, and trust in God. It touches upon His saving power, the Christian’s hope of eternal glory and God’s help in our daily trials and struggles. Though this hymn is long, as you memorize it, try to sing it as a prayer to God and the words will come very quickly!
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;
Clothèd 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.