O Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove;
While the hope of endless glory,
Fills my heart with joy and love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy 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
From, “O Thou Fount of Every Blessing” by Robert Robinson
As a child, this was one of those hymns I thought we should permanently put to bed.
“Honestly,” I wondered, “why are we singing songs about Ebenezers? What does that even mean?” (Ebenezer means “stone of help”)
Just as adulthood has provided a developed…
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