Come Thou Fount - Sam Ock & John Rhee (with Yuris Yoon)

I love old hymns... I love the power behind the words, I love the structure of the music, I love the history. And when someone adds a fun bridge or chorus, I love it even more.

"Streams of mercy, Calvary's flood
Bound to Your heart through innocent blood
Come have Your way, we heed to your call
Praise to the sov'reign Lord of all"

This week I've been reading through 1 Corinthians, and I was struck by verse 7:23 - "God paid a high price for you, so don't be enslaved by the world." These streams of mercy - they are the high price that God has paid. That price binds us to Him - we are now His servants, bought by Calvary's flood. And just as a servant heeds to his master's call, we need to heed to His call.

"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"

Here's my heart, take and seal it... bind it to thee, Lord. Bind it 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 my Ebenezer
Here by thy great help I've come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home

Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering 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

Streams of mercy, Calvary's flood
Bound to Your heart through innocent blood
Come have Your way, we heed to your call
Praise to the sov'reign Lord of all

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.