Come, Thou Fount
Photo by Kristin Boyett from our wedding January 5, 2008
Our friend BoB Rudis has been on a quest this advent season to enlighten his readers by pulling away the veil and get back to the true meanings of many of our treasured Christmastime hymns. Today, as a special request, he taught us about one of my favourite hymns, Come, Thou Fount, which some of you might remember, we sang at our wedding. It was written by Robert Robinson, a Methodist pastor, in the 1700s. I encourage you to read BoB’s post. While it is a timeless song, its words are ever meaningful during the Advent season.
If you are not familiar with this tune, you can listen to Elysium’s version here:
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You can follow along with the lyrics below:
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 his Name, I’m fixed upon it,
Name 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 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 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.O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
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