• Come Thou Fount -- BYU Combined Choruses

    This traditional hymn, arranged by Mack Wilberg, is performed by the Brigham Young University Choruses. Available at the BYU Bookstore, this number is included in the album American Thanksgiving of Hymns.      

         Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing is a Christian hymn written by the 18th century pastor and hymnist Robert Robinson. Robert Robinson penned the words at age 22 in the year 1757. The words of the hymn are in the public domain. In the USA, the hymn is usually set to an American folk tune known as Nettleton, composed by printer John Wyeth, or possibly by Asahel Nettleton. 

    The song has gained a degree of popularity in recent years, in large part due to an arrangement by Mormon composer Mack Wilberg, which appears at the end of the BYU Choirs concert "A Thanksgiving of American Folk Hymns," recorded in April 1994, which is rebroadcast annually by hundreds of PBS affiliates.

    The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Orchestra at Temple Square perform the Wilberg's arrangement of this hymn in their concerts, and occasionally on their weekly broadcast Music and the Spoken Word. It is featured on two of their albums, The Sound of Glory, and America's Choir and is the title song on the album "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" released in March 2009.  [Wikipedia]

     

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    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 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.

             

    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.

     

    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.