This morning I heard a beautiful arrangement of “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” sung by City Harbor. I have heard this CD I was listening to many times, but in this particular moment, the song immediately caught my attention. As I listened, my thoughts turned to my good friend who tragically lost her mom last week to a car accident. Her dad is currently in hospital recovering from serious injuries.
This hymn brings comfort in many ways. Rich phrases like, “streams of mercy, never ceasing” and “how his kindness yet pursues me” and “mount of God’s unchanging love” proclaim God’s pouring of his love on us. We feel this love especially when we are vulnerable and hurting. It is God’s people who come together to rally and support a hurting family. It is through his people, God can act and demonstrate his care and provision.
In times of death, we understand more clearly that God is the only constant in our lives. People we love, those we know “will always be there for us,” really can’t be. Praying to be shackled to God, “like a fetter,” is the only way for us to feel grounded in this ever changing world.
We sing with hope. Tomorrow as friends, family and supporters, we will gather around this hurting family and express our deep love for them and for Anna, their wife, mother and grandmother. Anna, a woman who dedicated her life in service to her Saviour, Jesus Christ. Anna, a woman of godly character with a vibrant and joyful personality who loved people and cared deeply for her family and for God’s family.
We will sing boldly. We will praise God in an urgent way. Knowing we will someday be “released from flesh and sin” to claim our inheritance. We take comfort in knowing we will one day know the true extent of God’s love.
Until we meet again.
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.
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.
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.
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.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed 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.