1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothèd 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.
It is the second line that has stuck in my mind as a self exhortation and prayer. By the way, I can’t sing. My words are almost always out of tune. What strikes me though is when other people’s songs are in tune with their lives. When someone loudly sings, “All to Jesus I surrender; all to him I freely give; I will ever love and trust him, in his presence daily live,” and then demonstrates that in their lives it speaks to me. When someone sings it just as beautifully and then leaves the worship center and practices those things directly contrary to what was sung, it’s as if nothing is in tune.
I can remember in my early days of my interest in the things of God, that their were two men who were preaching the gospel to me. Both used the same words and neither, on the surface anyway, seemed more sincere than the other. I knew the lives of neither. I had little opportunity to prove that either of them were in tune, whether they walked the talk. The words, while the same from each of them were more impactful through one. When he spoke the gospel to me, it had the effect of drawing me closer to God. The other man, nothing…
It was only much later that I actually saw the why his words impacted and the other man’s did not. He truly had a life that was ” in tune” with what he was saying. I had already become a believer. May the Lord tune my heart song (the gospel) to the fruit of my life.