Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
- Robert Robinson
What a beautiful prayer to the Author of EVERY blessing: “Tune my heart.”
When my guitar is out of tune, the song that is meant to be beautiful can sound more like nails on a chalkboard to me. Something’s not right. So, I stop. And I take the time to gently restore each string to its right place so the song will be beautiful again.
And, oh, how my heart needs tuning! I forget His goodness. I forget there are “streams of mercy, never ceasing.” I forget that I’m already accepted, covered, held, known, beloved. And when I forget that I’m His cherished daughter, I start hustling for my worth. Grasping for “good” as if I don’t already have access to the Giver of every good thing.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it.
I’d never play a song with an out of tune guitar, but so often (too often) I am willing to live with a heart that is out of tune. Dissonant. Fearful. Discontent. Ashamed. All because I don’t take the time to restore my heart to its rightful place, to a place of gratitude for a Love that will never leave me.
It seems that our work as followers of Jesus is to remember. To sing His grace over and over. And because of what He did on the Cross, it’s a song that will never grow old. We can’t sing it too much or too loudly. We can’t wear that record out.
While we were still sinners, Love gave Himself up for us, and walked out of the grave, so that we could taste the sweetness of mercy and belonging. That song is powerful. Lord, would you help us to sing it?
I need this hymn. I need the truth that it carries.
It calls me back to remembering the Fount of every blessing.
It beckons me to raise up Ebenezer stones. Rocks to remember how God has been my helper. Rocks to remember our Rock.
Because I’ve got nothing if I don’t have Him. And we HAVE HIM. He stands with open arms, ready to transform our hearts if we’ll but hand them over. Bind us to Your side, Lord Jesus.
What might happen if we invited Him to tune our hearts to sing His grace today?
COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING
Robert Robinson, 1735-1790
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.
Here I raise mine 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 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.
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