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.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope, if 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.

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

This 18th century hymn was written by Robert Robinson. I get conflicting information about him from the web. Some say his heart was “prone to wander,” that he was first converted under the preaching George Whitfield, then became a Methodist preacher, then a Baptist pastor, and finally a Unitarian influenced by British scientist and Unitarian minister Joseph Priestly. Another website says that Robinson did not become a Unitarian, but remained a Baptist and a Christian to the end of his life. In Baptist Heritage by Leon McBeth, Robinson is said to have “preached and wrote against slavery and in 1788 helped to frame an early resolution to Parliament against the practice.” (p. 198) I prefer to believe that God did seal Robinson’s heart and give him the grace to endure to the end–as I pray He will all of us.