Many hymns express the longing of the Christian for the presence of God. Come Thou Fount of every Blessing was written by the 18th Century hymn writer Robert Robinson. I grew up singing this to the wonderful Welsh tune called “Arwelfa”, and I must admit that I still prefer it to any others for these words. I clearly remember my Pastor saying that it is important to consider the meaning of the words when singing it, for example lines 5 and 6 in verse 3 should be sung with heads hung in shame, even though being the last verse of the hymn you might be inclined to feel it should be more triumphant.
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 measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
O the vast and boundless treasure,
Of my Lord’s unchanging love.
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.
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;
Take my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.