May 23, 2015

A Seal and a Song



The words to an old hymn, "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" have been on repeat in my mind.  
 I've been reviewing the words of the next to last verse:

"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."

Life has been whirling at an extremely fast pace.  And I don't think that I am alone. Everyone I visit with has many activities and responsibilities as well. How about you? Do you find this season of your like full and busy? My to do list exceeds the hours of my day. In the dailyness of life, I find myself in need of, and extending grace. I am a debtor to grace. When the days are bursting at the seams, it is easier to wander from the closeness of relationship with God for the urgent and in-front of me agenda. 

My heart echoes the words:

"Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."

I selected Song of Solomon 8:6 for my tenth Scripture memory verse this year. Here is the link to Beth Moore's blog and my friend Becky Jo wrote the blog post for this entry!

And a special thank you to Victoria Leigh for making a Visual Verse for me! You can find her artwork at this lovely website.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing by Robert Robinson:

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.

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