Monday, March 1, 2010

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

I keep thinking about a hymn that we sang in church on Sunday.  It is very rare that you mind me humming a hymn while doing the dishes, or driving to work, but this has been stuck in my head.  The words are so powerful and true.  It incredible that a song can be penned in 1757 and still ring true in my life today.  God is the same today, yesterday, and tomorrow.  Below are the lyrics to verse 3 and 4.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

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

I think about how many times my heart wants to wander from the God I love.  Why would I ever want to leave my King?  He is the fount of every blessing.  Here's my heart; take and seal it.  

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