Close your eyes, lay your soul bare before God, and listening to this break-your-heart beautiful rendition of the beloved hymn Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, sung here by a group called FiddleSticks Celtic and American folk music group. It was penned in 1757 by English pastor and hymnist Robert Robinson when he was just 22 years old. Thank you to my sister Sarah C. Albritton for sharing it with me. I’ve included the words they used below.
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! 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,
Wandering 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 goodness like a fetter,
Bind my wandering 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.
What blessings are you counting right now?
Ooops. Sorry to have made that assumption, Elizabeth. But thanks for letting me know.
Are ALL the people in your family this cool? 🙂
Brad Boardman said: “Are ALL the people in your family this cool? ”
Yep, every single one! 🙂
What a fitting way to begin not just my week, but my time alone with the Lord this morning, Elizabeth. So thank you and Carlyle both.
This is one of my all-time favorite hymns and what a gorgeous setting of it.
Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart. Oh, take and seal it. Seal it for Thy courts above.
It would be difficult to articulate my human condition OR my Heart’s Speaking with any more accuracy than that.
When we all get to Heaven – some morning during our eternal stay – I expect I’ll enjoy sitting with Robert Robinson to muse on just what it was like to have the Holy Spirit envelope him with these immortal words.
Blessings, All.
Oh yes, Brad, what joy we have ahead as we meet saints like Robert Robinson face-to-face. Thanks so much for this beautiful expression of faith in response to this wonderful hymn.
Actually Sarah Carlyle Albritton is my sister Sarah, not my cousin Carlyle who wrote the moving piece about mortality (obviously the Carlyle is a family name). I should have clarified that and I’m going to go do it right now.
Have a great day!
Beautiful rendition. And the photos in the video – reminds us all, the touch of God’s hands upon our world.
And your friendship is among the blessings I’m counting this morning. Have a great day, Karen, and than you for your unfailing support.