Tomorrow morning we will look at Hebrews 2:1-4. There we are called to Heed the Word and not drift away from it. Warren Wiersbe tells the story of Robert Robinson who wrote the hymn “Come thou fount of every blessing” and how he had begun to drift away even though God had given him such a great hymn.
Are you prone to wander! Should you be more serious about your love for God and his Word. Have you neglected the Word of God, prayer, public and private worship!
How do you think that we can escape if we neglect so great a salvation? Maybe you only have intellectual belief meaning that you are not saved at all and not a part of the family of God and have not experienced His forgiveness. Maybe you are Christian, truly, yet you think that since you are under grace sin is a light thing. That is not what this passage says. I challenge you to come back to Him and His Word. Do not neglect the truth.
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! Iâ€™m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises Iâ€™ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help Iâ€™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;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily Iâ€™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;
Hereâ€™s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How Iâ€™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.