Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

 

Come, Thou fount of many blessings, 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.

UMC Hymnal, No. 40 

After the death of his father, Robert Robinson’s mother send her already wayward son to London to be an apprentice for a barber.  During that time, he associated with a notorious gang of hoodlums and lived a reckless life. 

That all turned around when he was 17 and wandered into an evangelistic meeting held by George Whitfield.  The preacher’s words stayed with him – good and evil fighting within his heart, until he finally gave his life to Christ.    

Robinson wrote Come Thou Fount  in 1758, and it was published in 1759.  He was baptized that same year after taking on Baptist theological perspectives, and spent nearly 30 years as the pastor of the Stone Yard Baptist Church at Cambridge.

 

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessings