Come Thou Fount

Come Thou Fount

Young Robert had lived a hard life for a 17 year old. His father died when he was only 8 and at the age of 14, his mother had sent him off to London to learn a trade.

He failed as a barber’s apprentice and took to the streets where he turned to crime and violence. It was there, one day in 1755, that he and his friends were accosting a gypsy woman. The woman looked straight into Robert’s eyes, pointing her finger, and said, “You will live to see your children and grandchildren.”

Robert could not let go of those words. If he was going to have a family he had better get his life straight. He made the decision to go and hear the famous George Whitefield, who was preaching nearby. That night, Whitefield preached from this verse in Matthew:

Matthew 3:7

“...You brood of vipers, who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?”

Robert was now completely unsettled. Three years would go by but he finally would give his life over to God. He later would write to Whitefield telling him that he had finally found “peace in believing.”

At the age of 22, Robert picked up a pen and wrote a hymn telling the story of his life. The hymn described the great mercy and grace of God and the “tuning” of his heart towards Him. He described a heart that was prone to wander at times, but a God who could bind and seal it.

It was the story of his own journey and it would serve to help countless others in making their way back to God, too. Take a couple of moments to read or sing the lyrics written by Robert Robinson in 1758.

https://youtu.be/ax_NMWLEb6U?si=4RNGBn24XbvPPRsy

COME THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING

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 redeeming love.

2 - Here I find my greatest treasure;

Hither by thy 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,

Bought me with his precious blood.

3 - Oh, 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.