A hymn so powerful can set our heart aright, even in our great need. Acknowledging the Lord is a source of righteousness and goodness. (Exodus 20:3-6) Even the ability to sing and cry out properly must come by His instruction. Remembrance and reflection of our Savior rescuing and helping when we were lost, a stranger in great need, unworthy, yet pardoned is only right. Such grace constraints our longing, wandering heart, prone to leave and needing His seal upon our heart to bind us in His loving presence. Everything is from Him and to Him. We cry out, “Lord come”. He is loving and such love has power to free our bonds and break the oppression that our selfishness has wrought. His fountain of blessing ever flows with streams of mercy through Jesus precious blood.
This is spiritual medicine for the lonely weary soul, in a wilderness of need, without hope or resource. Our condition, nature and history is defined by inherent deficiency, contrasted by God’s great grace and love, unconditional, undeserved, yet free and transforming, healing, forgiving and restoring. We can’t work to earn or access the fountain, it must come to us.
“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth… There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells…God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble… The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.” (Psalms 46)
Come, Thou Fount
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 God’s unchanging love
Oh, come thou Fount of every blessing
Come, thou Fount
Oh, come thou Fount of every blessing
Come, thou Fount
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help, I’m 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
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be
Let that grace now, 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