One of the hymns we were playing around with tonight is this classic. I love the language of the first verse, and I think his fifth verse, also below and often missed out of hymnals, is a gem too.

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.

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.

Lyrics: Robert Robinson

And for something completeley different:

“Instead she likes tulips, cos they’re approved by John Calvin…
I think my wifes a Calvinist, she only reads an ESV…
I only catch her reading Romans 8.28 through 30,
and reading Wayne Grudum’s theology…
But that’s ok, I didn’t choose her – she chose me”

HT: Justin Taylor

Click here to download for free I Have A Shelter, a great song from the the lovely people at Sovereign Grace Music. It’s taken from their new album Come Weary Saints, which I can totally recommend. I particularly love the album because…

There is a blessèd home
beyond this land of woe,
where trials never come,
nor tears of sorrow flow;
where faith is lost in sight,
and patient hope is crowned,
and everlasting light
its glory throws around.

There is a land of peace:
good angels know it well;
glad songs that never cease
within its portals swell;
around its glorious throne
ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One,
and Spirit, evermore.

O joy all joys beyond,
to see the Lamb who died,
for ever there enthroned,
for ever glorified;
to give to him the praise
of every triumph won,
and sing through endless days
the great things he hath done.

Look up, ye saints of God!
nor fear to tread below
the path your Savior trod
of daily toil and woe!
Wait but a little while
in uncomplaining love!
his own most gracious smile
shall welcome you above.

Words: Henry Williams Baker, 1861