I love the old hymn, Come Thou Fount. I think it captures the spirit of Christianity everywhere and reminds us that without Jesus Christ, we are nothing, but that with Him, we can become all that He is. I’ve been intending to create an arrangement of it for a long time, and I finally took the time to do it. You are welcome to download this arrangement for free. If I get requests for it in sheet music, I’ll transcribe it and make it available for purchase, so let me know if you would like me to do that.
Of all the words in the song, my favorites are these: “Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.” It reminds me that I have given my heart entirely to the Lord, and he can do with it as He sees fit. That heart often needs tuning, even regular tuning, and only He can do it, but I must bring it to Him – over and over and over. Each time I do, he refines it, purifies it, and returns it to me, better, stronger, and more empowered than before. I love Jesus Christ. No matter how much I give, He always give back more. I guess that’s why He said, “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”
He waits on us to give Him all that we are, and when we do, He gives us back a life that is far better than anything we could have imagined.
Below is a copy of the original lyrics by Robert Robinson as he wrote them in the 1700’s:
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.