Hymn Story—Come, Thou Fount

Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth: In the mid-1700s, an English teenager named Robert Robinson was hanging out with a group of hooligans.

Robert Robinson: Hey! Let’s get that old gypsy drunk!

Nancy: But Robert's conscience bothered him. He knew he was wasting his life. At age seventeen, he heard revivalist George Whitefield preach and felt great conviction. Within a few years, Robert Robinson found what he called “peace in believing.” Then, at age twenty-two or twenty-three, he penned these words:

Robert:
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.

Nancy: This week, as we remember the suffering and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ, may these words from Robinson’s much-loved hymn echo in your heart:

Robert:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

With Seeking Him, I’m Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth.