Regardless of what I might say about quaffing and quotidian quandaries, sometimes life is a muddy deluge that leaves me gasping and sputtering, drenched like a precocious pup. I need a “River Glorious” or a “Fount of Every Blessing…”

“Come, thou fount of ev’ry 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 God’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by they help I’m come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wand’ring 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 that grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wand’ring 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.

– Robert Robinson, 1758