“Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” ELW 807 and LBW 499
1 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.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore thee;
May I still they goodness prove.
2 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'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be;
Let that grace now like a fetter
Bind my wand'ring 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.
Devotion
Nothing means more when you’re deployed than the word “home.” Soldiers think about home every single day that they have to be gone, even when they’ve been gone so long they can hardly remember what home is. Sometimes we miss our creature comforts, our cars and TVs and easy chairs. Sometimes we miss the freedom or security of home. But what we miss most of all is the people we love. Home isn’t about what we miss; it’s about whom we miss.
I think it’s the same way in regard to our heavenly home. I like the image of angels singing on streets of gold, but if they sing off key and the streets are silver, it will be OK as long as Jesus is there to meet me. As long as the God who loves me is there, I know that’s where I want to dwell forever.
Prayer
Jesus, by thy good pleasure, bring me through this world of sorrows safely to my home with you. Amen.