Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing: Week 4

Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

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;

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.

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.

Every Missionary begins their mission with an experience in the MTC that changes them into the missionary that the Lord wants them to be. Singing in the missionary choir was that defining moment for me. The Missionary choir embodies the spirit of the gospel, not one missionary could be a part of such a group and not come out changed and transformed. Although we learned many songs this song was the one that filled my soul.

When I entered the MTC, my mother had passed away only one month earlier.

Going on my mission was a choice that had become harder to make. I knew that the Lord wanted me there. I went, I struggled, I wept and I prayed harder in that time in my life then I have ever prayed.

Becoming the missionary that God wanted me to be would not be easy, not as the events had now changed me forever. I needed Him more then ever. Not only was I to have the strength to continue but I was to some how have the strength to give to others. It was a daunting task that only the Lord could help me with. This song was a strength to me.

I testify to you that my journey to become a missionary happened, I served with honor.

As with any missionary it was not without my trials. I felt many times the desire to give up.

I felt many times the weight of the loss of my mother. But I also felt the LOVE of GOD. I felt lifted by angels; carried and lead by the angels. (D&C 84:88 "...Angels roundabout shall bear you up.") I know too that my Mother was a witness to my service. She was there, in those quiet moments. Not always, but often enough.

The Spirit of God can lift me.He can bind my heart to his. He has in the past and can do so now.
He can do that for you.