Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

This Hymn has been one of my favorites, if not my anthem for some time. I did not notice it until tonight on the site... thank you David. The reality of what God is doing, I believe/hope/trust, in each of us is richly described in these verses penned in 1758. (The melody is by Asahel Nettleton 1813). Tonight as I was worshipping and listening to this hymn I discovered the most glorious satisfaction in Him in this process of sanctification. And, until tonight when the word sanctification came to mind, pain closely followed in it's footsteps. But... tonight that was not the case. Look at this second verse, "Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, yet for what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I'll begin;" In my sorrow I was comforted, and in my comfort praises rose to my King! He has sealed my heart, and His goodness has become like a fetter, binding my wandering heart.

Like Asahel Nettleton I think I'm beginning to discover that this process of sanctification is one of the greatest blessings we can experience while here on earth. Let us hold fast to the encouragement from Tuesday night and jealously guard one another's holiness.

The whole Hymn is 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 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 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.