Tuesday, June 06, 2023

By God's grace

901 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87.
Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.

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 fix’d upon it;
   Mount of thy redeeming love!

2 Here I’ll raise mine 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,
   Wand’ring from the fold of God ;
   He, to rescue me from danger,
   Interposed his precious blood.

3 O to grace how great a debtor
   Daily I’m constrain’d to be!
   Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
   Bind my wand’ring 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.
                         Robert Robinson
                         Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

<idle musing>
I have a love-hate relationship with this hymn. It has some great stuff, until you get to the middle of verse 3. It falls apart there. As someone pointed out to me years ago, Would you say to your spouse, "Prone to wander, dear, I feel it; prone to leave the spouse I love"?!

I suspect you would either be in divorce court or at counseling—after a long fight at home!

Then why in the world would you sing this to God? Don't you believe that you are victorious in Christ? That you are a new creation? That other stuff is just lies that are being thrown at you.

Of course, I'm assuming that you believe the promises of God and that the presence and power of the Holy Spirit are real!

And don't go throwing Romans 7 at me! That's not the normal Christian life! It's either a pre-Christian Paul or Paul putting on the persona of an interlocutor.

'Nuff said.
</idle musing>

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