Prone to wander...

I was listening to a podcast by Rob Bell while running this morning and he began quoting some fragments from an old song by Robert Robertson. While he was clearly afflicted by his parents to inherit such a repetitive name, Bob cast off the shackles and came up with some gold.

Sure, along the way he managed to utlise those oft forgotten words, Ebenezer and Hither and sure, he managed to incorporate 'interposed' within a song, but the gold is still there to be mined.

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'm fixed upon it:
Mount of thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home,
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.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God,
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood,
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let they 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.