Jesus sought me when a stranger

This morning in chapel we sang the beautiful hymn Come Thou Font

Despite having sung it many times this morning the words hit me in a different way than they every have – particularly these 2 verses

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I’ve 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 that grace now 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, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

It’s like singing my life story. Amazing.

Meditations of my heart #3

A few weeks ago something happened that left me feeling very discontent with my life. I lay in bed one nite and cried and prayed in anger telling God how much I hated him for making me go through this.

God has used a series of events to change my heart – and be excited about that very thing I hated not so long ago. And tonite he used a sermon and a song to gently remind me of that nite and the ugliness of my sin.

He did this first through a man named Job.

Job 1 & 2 tell the heart wrenching story of a man who lost EVERYTHING he had – including his children. His response??

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised.”

After the sermon we sang an amazing hymn. It is well with my Soul was written by Horatio Spafford in 1873 after the tragic death of his 4 daughters. (The Resurgence also blogs about him)

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.


But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!


And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

What a contrast these men are to my pitiful response to God.

So I pray for myself, and for you, that we would have faith like these men and, in good times and bad, respond as they did – it is well with my soul.

A hymn that should be heard

We sang an old hymn at church tonite which I had never heard before. On the advice of the assistant minister I came home and looked it up on YouTube and found this great recording I think everyone should hear.

And for all the fans of this hymn (or masterpiece as some might prefer) please note I have already been chastised for having never heard it ;)