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.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
Lyrics: Robert Robinson
And for something completeley different:
"Instead she likes tulips, cos they're approved by John Calvin...
I think my wifes a Calvinist, she only reads an ESV...
I only catch her reading Romans 8.28 through 30,
and reading Wayne Grudum's theology...
But that's ok, I didn't choose her - she chose me"
HT: Justin Taylor
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