Robert Robinson
Robert Robinson, the author of the hymn Come, Thou Fount
of Every Blessing, was born in 1735, and lost his father at age 8. His widowed mother struggled and eventually
apprenticed him to a barber, hoping to give him a profession to sustain
him. Robert was prone to read more than practice
his trade, however, and had a difficult time.
Without a father’s guidance, he fell into bad company and did some
things he was later very ashamed of.
He was shaken by the words of a fortune-telling gypsy his
group was making fun of, and rethought the direction of his life. Seeking direction, he went to hear the great
evangelist George Whitfield, who preached that day on the words of John the
Baptist in Matthew 3:7, “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to
come?” Whitfield’s words bothered
him greatly for over three years before he came to peace with God, and a saving
faith at age 20. Two years later, he
wrote his famous hymn.
Robert became a Methodist, and pastored a church three
years after his salvation. “Prone to
wander”, he later became a Baptist where he authored a detailed history of
Baptists in England. He switched from
there to an Independent church, and later to a Congregationalist pulpit.
Robert, later in his life, became close friends with a popular
Unitarian pastor named Joseph Priestly.
He was accused of converting to Unitarianism, which holds to the doctrine
that Jesus was not fully Divine. This was
very likely a false charge, but there is little doubt he was influenced and
confused by Priestly and his teaching.
In his confusion and subsequent depression, there is a
widely-told story that Robinson was in a stagecoach with an elderly lady who began
humming the tune to that hymn. She stopped
and asked him if he knew what she was humming.
Robert replied, “Madam, I am the poor unhappy man who wrote that hymn
many years ago, and I would give a thousand worlds, if I had them, to enjoy the
feelings I had then.” The woman thought
on his words then replied, “Sir, the ‘streams of mercy’ are still flowing.” He was touched, and restored by the woman’s
words – ministered to by the words of his own hymn.
The word ‘Ebenezer’ is unusual to us. It refers specifically to the stone in I Samuel
7:12, “Then Samuel took a stone and set it between Mizpah and Shen, and named
it ‘Ebenezer’, saying ‘Thus far the Lord has helped us.” (NASB)
The words of the hymn are different in different
hymnals. I believe the below to be the
original text:
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 Thy redeeming 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.
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.
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.
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