The Story Behind The Hymn 'Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing'

Robert Robinson, 1758

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.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit
Till released from flesh and sin|
Yet from what I do inherit
Here thy praises I'll begin.
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here there by Thy great 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
Interposed His precious blood
How his kindness, yet pursues meMortal tongue can never tellClothed in flesh till death shall loose meI cannot proclaim it well.
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, Lord, take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above.
Oh, that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Clothed then in the blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy wondrous grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.