Come Thou Fount

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. 

Today in Sacrament Meeting, a speaker gave an analogy involving this song and a violin. In this song it says "tune my heart to sing thy praise". He spoke of how when he tunes his violin he must put it under just the right amount of pressure. If he puts it under too much, it snaps, too little it becomes lazy and doesn't produce a pleasant sound. He said that it is the same with our hearts. The Lord puts trials and difficulties in our path, and he puts just the right amount of pressure onto us to get our hearts to the perfect position.

I loved that analogy, and thought that I would share it with all of you! Have a wonderful week! :)