Pastor Basham returns to Titus 1:5-9 to complete the sermon he started last week on the qualifications of being a pastor.

We come in a bit after he started his comment on Robert Robinson, 18th century pastor and author of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing". If you're interested in that hymn, here are the lyrics.

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 Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer,

Hither by Thy 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 Thy grace, Lord, 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; Lord, take and seal it;

Seal it for Thy courts above.