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Hymns of Thanksgiving 2: Come Thou Fount

Hymns of Thanksgiving Day 2: Come Thou Fount

“Tune my heart to sing Thy grace”

This line from a beloved hymn started my wheels turning this week. It takes a mere moment to pause and realize we have countless reasons to be grateful, to acknowledge that we are recipients of GOD’s amazing grace!  

But is a spirit of thankfulness, a habit of praise, something to be learned? Something that needs to be cultivated? Can my heart be distracted or divided to the point that it needs “tuning” in order to sing the beauties of His grace?

If so, what most effectively brings my heart’s cry back into harmony with the One who has claimed it for Himself?

George Matheson, in his book Streams in the Desert, presents this beautiful word picture:

“In the darkest night He is composing your song. In the valley He is tuning your voice. In the storm clouds He is deepening your range. In the rain showers He is sweetening your melody.  In the cold He is giving your notes expression. And as you pass at times from hope to fear, He is perfecting the message of your lyrics.”

“Is the midnight closing ‘round you? Are the shadows dark and long?

Ask Him to come close beside you, and He’ll give you a new, sweet song.

He’ll give it and sing it with you; and when weakness slows you down,

He’ll take up the broken cadence and blend it with His own.

And many a Heavenly singer among the sons of light,

Will say of His sweetest music, ‘I learned it in the night.’

And many a lonely anthem, that fills the Father’s home,

Sobbed out its first rehearsal in the shade of a darkened room.”

I would have to agree. The richest tones and tenderest melodies in my own song come from my hardest days—when the LORD comes close to hold me, teach me, comfort me, and lead me courageously forward in the perfect path He has planned. When the fresh realization dawns of the utter depths from which my Savior has rescued me!

As our hymn for today suggests, is it not the Fount of every blessing, the only source of unfailing love, the One who tirelessly pursues our hearts and has redeemed us with His own blood, who inspires songs of His grace from our lips? Is it not the mysterious kindness in our most difficult days that leaves His indelible mark, the undeniable hand of GOD in our lives? Has He not given us the most glorious songs to sing—songs that no one else can sing because they are deeply personal stories to tell?

“From His fullness we have all received grace that replaces grace” (John 1:16).  

May we join in the chorus of this oldie-but-goodie hymn today, giving praise to the LORD for His wondrous grace!

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

by: 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, LORD, some rapturous measure,

Meet for blood-bought hosts above;

While I sing the countless treasure 

Of my GOD’s unchanging love.

O to grace how great a debtor

Daily I’m constrained to be!

Let that grace, LORD, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

Prone to wander, LORD, I feel it;

Prone to leave the GOD I love;

Yet Thou, LORD, hast deigned to seal it,

With Thy Spirit from above.

JESUS sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of GOD;

He, to save my soul from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

Rescued thus from sin and danger,

Purchased by the Savior’s blood,

May I walk on earth a stranger,

As a son and heir of GOD.

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