These words of Robert Robinson express the reality of our experience (or needed experience).

O 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 ever to adore Thee
May I still Thy goodness prove.
While the hope of endless glory,
Fills my heart with joy and love.

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.

One Response to “Fount of Every Blessing”

1. Meowmix says:

   September 1, 2009 at 5:11 am

   He is truly the Fount of Every Blessing……….