TEXT: 1 Samuel 7:10-12; Psalm 68:19; Zachariah 13:1; Romans 5:2
O lord, you alone my God; I will exalt You and praise Your name, for in perfect faithfulness You have done marvelous things, things planned long ago. (Isaiah 25:1)
It would be enlightening if the people in the pew could stand on the platform and observe the congregational singing during an average church service. One would soon concur that there are many who appear to have attended church without the express purpose of having a personal encounter with God. Comparatively, few people who reveal evidence of losing themselves in worship and praise or of appropriating the great truths about which they sing.
How different would be our times of corporate praise if each of us would heed the apostle Paul’s teaching of “singing with the Spirit and with the understanding also” (1 Corinthians 14:15). Not all of us are able to sing tunefully, but everyone in whom the spirit of God dwells can and should respond with joyful praise when the opportunity is presented.
During his early teen years, Robert Robinson lived in London, where he mixed with a notorious gang of hoodlums and led a life of debauchery. At the age of 17, he attended a meeting where the noted evangelist George Whitefield was preaching. Robison went for a purpose of scoffing at those poor deluded Methodists and ended up professing faith in Christ as his savior. Soon he felt called to preach the gospel and subsequently became the pastor of a rather large Baptist church in Cambridge England. Despite his young age, Robison became known as an able minister and scholar, writing various theological books as well as several hymns, including this was written when he was just 23 years of age.
Come, 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 some melodious sonnet song by flaming tongues above; praise the mount-I’m fixed upon it-mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer-hither by thy help I’m come; and I hope by thy good pleasure safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger wand’ing from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness like a fetter bind my wand’ing 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.
TAKEN FROM “AMAZING GRACE; 366 INSPIRING HYMN STORIES FOR DAILY DEVOTION”
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