A couple of years ago, I was watching a Thanksgiving program on the local PBS station and saw a song performed by the Brigham Young University combined chorus that touched my heart. The BYU choir sang the song “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing”. This version of the song is arranged by Mack Wilberg and is accompanied by the BYU Orchestra.
I found the performance to be beautiful and touching as well. The last verse, when the entire choir is singing is as inspiring as any song I have ever heard.
I found the plea in the words penned by Robert Robinson (1735-1790) to match the desires of my heart as well.
1. 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.
2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
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.
3. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
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.
4. 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.
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We watched the same program and that song touched us greatly as well. I’ve always known it and sang it at church of course, but their performance and the way the choir gave it their heartfelt ALL was absolutely fantastic. We had chills (and maybe tears-as did so many in the choir!). I tracked down a CD of the performance and every once in a while we get it out and marvel and Praise God.