Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Sunday, we sang this hymn at church.  We sang a stanza that I had never heard before and I was very blessed by it, so I thought I would share it with you. It took me a while to track down the exact lyrics.  When I got home I looked in my hymnal but the stanza wasn't there.  So then I googled it (note to all kids reading this--I consulted a real source before going to google!)  Wickipedia had a similar stanza, but still not the one we had sung.  I texted/emailed a couple friends who might be able to get their hands on the words for me, and got an email back today.  Here is the stanza I had not known:

Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with Thee at last
I can't wait until the day when I am freed from sinning!  And I've been studying so much lately about God's promises that the line about God bringing His promises to pass was just another affirmation of the work He does in our lives.

The whole hymn is such a great one.  One of my favorites.  Here are all the words:

VERSE 1Come, 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 name! I’m fixed upon it
Name of Thy redeeming love

VERSE 2Hitherto Thy love has blessed me
Thou hast brought me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood

VERSE 3Oh 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, oh take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

VERSE 4Oh that day when freed from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face
Full arrayed in blood-washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Bring Thy promises to pass
For I know Thy pow’r will keep me
Till I’m home with Thee at last