Come, Thou Fount

On the sweetness of Mormon life

The  girl reads her talk artlessly then puts her phone up on the podium.  It plays–cheap, tinny–Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.  She sings the first verse.  She looks down the whole time. She is shy but also–you are close enough that you can see–she is fighting back tears.  Your own tears start.  You first heard this song on your mission when you needed streams of mercy. They came and never ceased.