Come Thou FountJun 21, 2020
With everything in lockdown for the last few weeks and the worldwide pandemic going on, my wife Jess and I decided to create another music video together with the hope of sharing something positive with the world during this difficult time. With that in mind, we choose one of our favorite hymns “Come Thou Fount”. We hope you enjoy our “quarantine creation.”
A Little History
“Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” is a Christian hymn that was written by Robert Robinson at the age of 22 in 1758. It is most often sung to the tune “Nettleton” which was composed by John Wyeth and was first published in 1813.
"Come Thou Fount" Lyrics
For a tune over 200 years old, I definitely feel like the lyrics are just as powerful today. And since we only used some of the lyrics in my rendition, I wanted to share all 5 verses of the original lyrics:
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.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit, here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer; here by Thy great help I’ve 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;
How His kindness yet pursues me, mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me, I cannot proclaim it well.
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.
O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen, how I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry, me to realms of endless day.