Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Robert Robinson (1735-1790)
had always been prone to wander.
Apprenticed to a barber at 14, he
spent more time playing with friends
than cutting hair. And as a wild youth
he came to repentance. He became
a pastor and wrote a few hymns.
Come Thou Fount was written in
1757, inspired possibly by 1 Sam 7.
Later in life he wandered from the
Lord and felt he could not return.
But he met a lady in a coach who
shared the hymn Come Thou Fount
to him. He replied: I’m the unhappy
man who wrote the hymn years ago
and I would give a thousand worlds
to enjoy the feelings I had then.”
She responded by telling him:
“Sir, the ‘streams of mercy’ are
still flowing.” And he repented.
Lord, we’ll Remember Your Help:
Then Samuel cried out to the
Lord for Israel, and the Lord
answered him… And the men of
Israel went out of Mispah and
pursued the Philistines and drove
them back as far as below BethCar.
Samuel then took a large stone
and placed it between the
towns of Mizpah and Jeshanah.
He named it Ebenezer (which
means “the stone of help”), for
he said: Up to this point the Lord
has helped me (1Sam 7:9-12) Amen.
Lord, I praise You because You are
a God who hears and answers us.
Just as You answered and moved
on behalf of Israel as they battled
their enemies, You’ll move & work
today on behalf of Your people.
Thank You for calling all of Your
people to pray and seek Your help
in these days. In Jesus’ name, Amen
Father, thanks for streams of mercy
that call for songs of loudest praise.
We yearn to be able to erect our
Ebenezer like Samuel & testify of You.
But Lord, we are human, and like
Robertson we are prone to wander.
Cause us to always remember the
Lord has helped us & be grateful.
So, here’s my heart; take & seal it;
seal it for Your courts above. Amen.
Lord, Thou fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wondering from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood.
Lord, I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by Thy help I come.
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. Amen.