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?

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