Wallowing in self-pity. Worrying oneself. Wandering from the fold of God. Welcoming sin. This is when, sadly, I need to “tune my heart to sing Thy grace.” When I need someone to “teach me some melodious sonnet.”
I’ve been reading and singing Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing from my personal copy of Hymns of Grace this week. Music that reflects and revels in biblical truth is a gift from God. It is salve for the soul.
Below is Fernando Ortega’s rendition. While I know it is categorized as a song of praise—personally I view it as one of prayer. My heart that is “prone to wander… prone to leave the God I love” cries out for help. “Here’s my heart…”
Press play and reflect on the words of this great hymn:
“… Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, take my ransomed soul away.”