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.
