Hide and Go Seek Blog

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…

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.

- Robert Robinson, 1758

Come now, my fount of many blessings. Make sense of this mess.
Yet when tomorrow comes, Your name still I will bless
Find me not outside your glorious will, find me in no sin
but now, I need a miracle, and find us friends again

Though you are above all else, and I underneath
My heart breaks daily at eye thy crimson sheath
Nye hour is upon us, the night standing still
for I find your grace again in the stroke of the quill

Find a way, give it air–Find a way to draw ‘er near
for here on my knees again, I consult every tear
lift my head in the time of thy angelic deed
and lift my heart in, O, my time of need

Come now, oh Father of every blessing, come in glorious splendor
Thou who was, and is–work as my glorious mender
Fall as snow once more, thy hour is near
And I will praise your name again, for you are here

– Chad