The third of the original stanzas of "Come, Thou Fount" begins with familiar lines and then concludes with ones that were previously unknown to me.
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.
-- For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost. Luke 19:10
What a beautiful story! Even while we were sinners, Jesus sought for us and died for us, and still His kindness pursues us and leads us to repentance. Sometimes it stretches credulity, but I am so glad that Jesus loves even me.
How loving is the pursuit by the Hound of Heaven! To know that He sought this wandering sheep, that He laid down his life for me, that He desires my fellowship even now. Indeed, I cannot proclaim it well.
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