Come thou font of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
But sadly, Robinson later drifted away from those streams he had written about and, like the Prodigal Son, journeyed into the far country of decadence. Then one day he was riding in a stagecoach, sitting next to a young woman who was deeply engrossed in her book. She ran across a verse she thought was beautiful and asked Robinson what he thought of it.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love.
Bursting into tears, Robinson said, “Madam, I am the poor unhappy man who wrote that hymn many years ago, and I would give a thousand worlds, if I had them, to enjoy the feelings I had then.”
Although greatly surprised, she reassured him that the “streams of mercy” mentioned in his song still flowed. Robinson was deeply touched. Turning his “wandering heart” back to the Lord, he was restored to full fellowship.
— (Kenneth W. Osbeck, 101 Hymn Stories, p. 52)