I was recently reintroduced to the last stanza of Come Thou Fount. I really really can’t believe that it’s omitted most of the time. This is seriously among the most WONDERFUL stanzas of a hymn I’ve ever read. Props to John Martin for re-introducing it to Crossroads @ GCC. This is a stanza I’ve hummed in my mind at many times during my work day, while I’m waiting for the elevator, etc. Perhaps due to freshness, it still brings a little tear to my eye, makes my heart soar, and makes my normal small pang of hunger for Heaven into a ravenous gnawing. Maranatha!
Oh, that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in the blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy wondrous grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels soon to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
) is ponder the things of the Lord, that He might use that thinking to bring me closer to Him. And many times He’s gracious to coalesce those thoughts into stateable sentences. Here’s two that have been tremendously helpful for my worship and walking with Him in faith.