Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 95. The song below reminds me of him. It was sung at his funeral thirteen years ago. The picture above also reminds me of dad, accept he was a fly fisherman. Dad was most happy fishing. He brought home some awesome trout. Happy Birthday Dad! 🎂
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 am fixed upon it
mount of God’s redeeming love.
Here I find my greatest treasure;
hither by thy help I 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,
bought me with his precious blood.
Oh, 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.
The Psalter Hymnal, 1987
Robert Robinson/Martin Madan
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