Here's My Heart

Growing up in a Presbyterian church, I sang my fair share of traditional hymns. However, in the last few years, the beauty of the their lyrics has captured my heart in a whole new way.

Today was rainy and cloudy, and I couldn't quite find the right music to pull me out of a slump. I tried a few of my usual playlists and even bubbly children's music while playing with Little Man, but none lifted my spirits the way I needed. My heart was aching for ancient lyrics. Lyrics of praises to sing to Papa that have been lifted to him for centuries.

I found a wonderful Hymn station on Pandora and my day was instantly brighter. There, a song I've sung dozens, if not hundreds, of times pierced my soul with a fresh newness: Come Thou Font 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. 

 Here I raise mine 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, 
 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.

"Tune my heart to sing thy grace"...Oh, the sweet echo of eucharisteo.

"Like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee"...A fetter is a chain for the feet, or anything that restrains from motion. Yes, Lord. Bind my heart to yours. Take it. Seal it.

Such beauty in these ancient lines. Truth. Pure Grace. I'm still in awe.