This song has been one of my favorites since childhood. My great-grandfather, who died when I was eight, was named Ebenezer. My great-grandmother, Katie Lee, called him “Eb”. He called her “Leo”. It might be that, when they were younger, most people called them by those names. By the time I knew them, no one their age was left alive that I knew. He died at 93 and she two years later at 89.
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;
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’ll 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,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, as 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, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Rev.R. Robinson/John Wyeth