Hebrews 4:16
“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.”
I recently came across this story about Robert Robinson, the composer of, “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing”:
“Robert Robinson was converted under the mighty preaching of George Whitefield, but later drifted from the Lord. He had been greatly used as a pastor but neglect of spiritual things led him astray. In an attempt to find peace, he began to travel. During one of his journeys, he met a young woman who was evidently very spiritually minded. ‘What do you think of this hymn I have been reading?’ she asked Robinson, handing him the book. It was his own hymn! He tried to avoid her question but it was hopeless, for the Lord was speaking to him. Finally, he broke down and confessed who he was and how he had been living away from the Lord. ‘But these ‘streams of mercy’ are still flowing,’ the woman assured him, and through her encouragement, Robinson was restored to fellowship with the Lord.” *
God of all mercy, You say in Your Word that Your mercy does not depend on our own effort but that “I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion.” (Rom. 9:15-16) We acknowledge that mercy is something we as believers have to pray for every day whether for our sins or for the consequences of our sins, and so we do that right now, Lord. During this time of devoted prayer for our country, we ask You, O God, to have mercy on us and for our country’s sins as well. We are definitely seeing the consequences of our sins, sins that go back for decades! We beg for mercy and for Your compassion today, Lord. Though we as a country are undeserving, we humbly pray that Your “streams of mercy” will never cease, and may we see a new birth in our nation. In the name of Jesus and for His sake we pray. Amen.
Come, Thou Fount of Every 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;
Clothed 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.
* The above story is told in the book, Be Confident, a Study of Hebrews by Warren Wiersbe, p.36
~ painting, “Arms of Mercy,” by Gabriel Heaton |
