Count Tbou amount Of Blessing
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;
Clothèd 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.
Robert Robinson (1735-1790), who as a barber’s apprentice, fell under the powerful influence of George Whitefield’s preaching.
When he was just eight years old, he lost his father. Angry, bitter, and fatherless, Robert rebelled in excess through his teenage years — drinking, gambling, and causing trouble. He fell under the powerful influence of George Whitefield’s preaching. Note stance three,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.God’s amazing grace flows to us through Jesus, not only in our salvation, but in every single good gift we receive from his hand
Jesus sought us when we were strangers, while we were wandering — literally fleeing — from the fold of God. “God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us” Romans 5:8
Note stances two. 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.
In 1 Samuel 7:1-11, the Philistines came after the Israelites in Mizpah. Upon the Lord’s rescue, confusing the Philistine army, Samuel set a stone between Mizpah and Shen, naming it Ebenezer, which means “The Lord has helped us” (1 Samuel 7:12). To raise one’s own Ebenezer means to praise God for helping us. He recognizes God as the One who rescues him (Philippians 2:5-11).And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. He hopes to gain eternal life with God by trusting in Jesus found in sacrifice Matthew 20:28, John 3:16, John 19:30,and Acts 4:12,
He first preached at a Calvinistic Methodist chapel at Mildenhall, Suffolk, and then founded his own independent congregation at Norwich. He was re-baptized in 1759 after taking up Baptist theological perspectives.
William Reynolds notes that Robinson “was an unusual man, and, while lacking formal education, he rose to great prominence as a preacher, scholar.” Robinson published A History of Baptism in 1790.
Jesus Shall Reign Where’s The Sun
Isaac Watts based this hymn text on
Isaac Watts once complained about hymn singing in church: “To see the dull indifference, the negligent and thoughtless air that sits upon the faces of a whole assembly,
But neither Watts’ father nor his mother wished to discourage their son from writing in rhyme. Indeed, his mother did all she could to encourage this propensity.
He had been bemoaning such since his late teens. His father, tired of his complaints, challenged him to write something better. The following week, the adolescent Isaac presented his first hymn to the church, “Behold the Glories of the Lamb,” which received an enthusiastic response.
He has been called the greatest of English hymn-writers, and he wrote about six hundred hymns. By no means all have survived, but quite a large number are still very popular, amongst them being Jesus shall reign where’er the sun; Our God, our help in ages past; When I survey the wondrous Cross; There is a land of pure delight, and Give to our God immortal
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