Over and over again, this hymn ran through my head while I was taking a shower this morning. I wasn’t even sure which hymn it was until I slowed down and repeated the melody to myself (wouldn’t want to sing out-loud in a flat whose bathroom wall leads to another’s flat! As an aside, I do miss those days of belting songs out as we drove along the way — now we have no car. Not sure what they’d think on the metro or bus if I just randomly started belting out a song in English! May be another post one day. Um, don’t hold your breath…)
I stumbled over some of the lyrics, but knew that I needed to review them this morning. This is my grandson Milan’s hymn…his mother plays it in the car, in the home and sings it when rocking him to sleep. It almost always calms him down.
So, here we go. All y’all get to review it with me:
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
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.
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,
wand’ring from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be;
let that grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wand’ring 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.
And again I say: here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above. So prone to wander. Lord, keep me from straying left or right.
Tune my heart to sing thy grace.