You know for the past 2 years of our life, we've literally been working night and day on an "old house" or a new house, a quickly approaching wedding event and our continued service to VGF and the Lord. There comes a time when the compilation of things just gets to be too much there are few words. I feel as if I am currently in that overwhelmed state of mind and heart. I recently had a birthday and received from a dear friend a framed picture with the words....Streams of mercy never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise....and I've been singing that song ever since. I don't know about you, but when my heart is heavy, when my mind is full, when my body is aching and I feel certain that I my best if falling short, I first turn to the Lord and pray for peace, then recite a scripture for support and most likely I sing hymns. So when I got this precious gift, I decided to look up on the internet the history of this wonderful hymn and found that the original wording was actually written for a sermon, then later put to song. Read it and take in the words and imagine what it was like when Robert Robinson preached a sermon that encompassed this beautiful hymn. I may be depleted in my thought process, but I am never depleted in my heart or my love for Christ. I trust that your week is blessed and that as you hear the voice of Christ in your life that you sing....songs of loudest praise! In Christ Alone, Marilyn Schouten
Robert Robinson's (1735-1790) father died at age 8 and was basically a troublesome young man. At age 14, his mother sent him away to London to learn how to be a barber but at age 17 he went to an evangelistic meeting and heard George Whitfieldpreach - the sermon touched him, but he did not respond to the call from the Lord that night. But "the call" would travel with him for the next 3 years so that on December 10th, 1755 at the young age of 20, Robinson yields to Christ and yields to the call of ministry on his life. Three years later, Robert Robinson wrote the hymn Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing as an enhancement to his sermon at Calvinist Methodist Chapel in Norfolk England. The music was later composed by
Asahel Nettleton, 1813.
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
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.
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.
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.