Come Thou Fount

This is what I'm writing to this week. I've been singing this hymn all my life but love the instrumental version. The words were penned by an 18th-century Londoner who was notorious for drinking and gambling. One evening he and his friends heard George Whitefield preach. He was so haunted by his powerful words that he wrote this beautiful hymn. And we're still singing it today.

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.