Old Friends

I heard an updated, contemporary Christian arrangement of his old hymn on the radio yesterday. We rarely sing hymns at church any more. Funny, though, how the words come back to me. Hymns from my youth are like old friends. Except now, I "get" more of the *meaning*. When I was little, I sang words without deep meaning. The last verse prompted me to share the words here.

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

words by Robert Robinson to an American Folk Tune

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 unchanging love.

2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm 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.

3. O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now 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.