Come, thou fount of every blessing
From “Then Sings My Soul…”
"Come, thou fount of every blessing"
Robert Robinson (1735 - 1790)
"The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance." 2 Peter 3.9
Robert Robinson had a rough beginning. His father died when he was young, and his mother, unable to control him, sent him to London to learn the trade of a barber. What he learned instead was drinking and gang-life. When he was 17, he and his friends reportedly visited a fortune-teller. Relaxed by alcohol, they laughed as she tried to tell their futures. But something about the encounter bothered Robert, and that evening he suggested to his friends that they attend the evangelistic meeting being held by George Whitefield. Whitfield was one of history’s greatest preachers, with a voice that was part foghorn, part violin. That night he preached from Matthew 3.7; “but when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees come to his baptism, he said unto them, O generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?” Bursting into tears, Whitefield exclaimed, “O, my hearers! The wrath to come! The wrath to come!”
Robert immediately sobered up and sensed that Whitefield was preaching directly to him. The preacher’s words haunted him for nearly three years, until December 10th, 1755, when he was converted. Robert soon entered the ministry, and three years later aged 23, whilst serving Calvinist Methodist Chapel in Norfolk, England, he wrote a hymn for his sermon on Pentecost Sunday. It was a prayer that the Holy Spirit flood into our hearts with his streams of mercy, enabling us to sing God’s praises and remain faithful to Him.
Come, thou fount of every blessing” has been a favourite of the church since that day. Robinson continued working for the Lord until 1790, when he passed away peacefully at the age of 54.