Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing...

Here are the third and fourth stanzas of this classic hymn:
(Be sure and read the story that follows.)

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.

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, Lord take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above.


*This song was written by Robert Robinson in 1758. My pastor told the story this morning of how this man, after writing many hymns, fell away from God. One day he heard a lady humming the tune to this song. She was humming the fourth stanza: "Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love." When she asked him if he had heard the song, Robert Robinson broke into tears in telling her that he had written the words to this hymn.

Our pastor's message was to say that we should never feel that we are exempt from falling into a deep path of sin. We ALL must use the spiritual tools we are given to bind us against Satan's attacks.

Coincidentally, I heard the hymn again this afternoon on WMHK while driving in the car. It was by a contemporary christian artist...now after hearing the story in church, the song takes on a deeper, greater meaning to me.