Let thy goodness like a fetter bind my wandering heart to Thee





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 mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm 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.

O to grace how great
a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy 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.




I post songs it seems when I'm struggling just to seek and do the will of God, much less talk or type about it. When I'm overwhelmed, singing praise to God is my rescue. I can't change a thing, but I can sing His praises, cause He deserves them no matter what. Let me just sing His praises. Whatever the matter is, He's good in every way and I'll find rest in just singing to Him.

The lyrics to the old hymns have been on my heart alot lately. I repeat this song on my ipod all the time, especially to hear this part:

I picture HIS goodness like a fetter, this, binding my wandering heart to Jesus, and oh how I need His goodness to bind me to Him.


O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy 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.

Redeeming the time


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