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Come thou font 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 thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer
hither by thy help I'm 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.

Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

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.

This is one of my favorite hymns that was
written in 1757 by a man named Robert Robinson.
The first time I heard the lyrics was about four
years ago at a women's retreat.
The guest speaker was reciting them and when she
read the part that said,
"Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love"
I felt as if someone had pierced my heart.
That was me...prone to wander.
But, there is hope in the next line...
"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above."
Today I was reminded of this song and how it stirs
something in my heart. Today I had to ask myself,
"where have I wandered and is my heart
bound to Him?"