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Narrator
The story behind the song. In the little English countryside town of Wainsgate in Yorkshire in the year 1772, the pastor of one of the small, struggling churches was one Dr. John Fawcett. He and his good wife had shared the duties of ministering to their flock for many years and now were growing toward the winter of their lives in the happiness that comes from good works. One day, while her husband was engrossed in study for his sermon the following Sunday, Mrs. Fawcett was tending her flowers in the front garden.
Jamie
Hey, Mrs. Faust.
Mrs. Fawcett
Oh, good morning to you, Jamie. Is the post very heavy this morning?
Jamie
Not very, no. I've most finished it anyways. Here, I've got a letter for the Reverend Mrs. Fawcett.
Mrs. Fawcett
Oh, really? Where is it from, Jamie? Do you know?
Jamie
Ay, that I do. It's from London town, London.
Mrs. Fawcett
Oh, very well. Thank you, Jamie.
Jamie
Oh, that's all right. I hope it ain't bad news, Admiral.
Mrs. Fawcett
London. John. John.
Dr. John Fawcett
Ay, here I am, my dear, in the study.
Mrs. Fawcett
Jamie's just been here.
Dr. John Fawcett
Oh, were there any letters?
Mrs. Fawcett
Ay, one. It's from London, John.
Dr. John Fawcett
London? Well, I wonder who could be writing me from the big town.
Mrs. Fawcett
You'd better open it, John. It looks very important. It has a gold wax seal on the back.
Jamie
Mmm.
Dr. John Fawcett
Yes.
Mrs. Fawcett
What is it, John? Not bad news, Good wife.
Dr. John Fawcett
We've wanted to go together to Newfields, haven't we?
Mrs. Fawcett
Aye, We've talked about it oftentimes.
Dr. John Fawcett
We've thought for years now that duty seemed to be calling us to leave our church here to follow our work somewhere else, haven't we?
Mrs. Fawcett
Aye. John, I've often told you I thought your training and your education had fitted you for bigger tasks than were offered here in Wainscot.
Dr. John Fawcett
Then here it is.
Mrs. Fawcett
Oh, John.
Dr. John Fawcett
Aye, Here is the call. One of the most influential churches in London sends me this, inviting me to take the work left by the good Dr. Gill. It will not be easy, my dear, leaving all the good people we've come to know so well and to love. Aye, the Davies, Mrs. Hawks and the twins, Old Jamie, Philip Rogers, the Jasons and all the rest.
Mrs. Fawcett
I know. Yes, it will be hard telling them, but, John, I'm sure they'll understand. Our friends here in our beloved little town would be the first to want you to take advantage of greater opportunities.
Dr. John Fawcett
I think they will. I hope so, my dear. Let us kneel and pray over this. Let us ask almighty God that he guide us in the right path to duty. Our heavenly father, we ask thy divine guidance in this, our hour to make this Decision of great import. We beseech thee to give unto us some light, that we may know the right from the wrong, that we may separate the chaff from the wheat, our own desires from thy service.
Narrator
Well, the next Sunday came dawning brightly, seeming to portend that the course John Fawcett has chosen was sound. And as he concluded his sermon.
Dr. John Fawcett
And so, my friends, this is farewell. We ask that you will pray for us in our new field, that your thoughts may sustain us as we journey afar to our new work, to our new duties. May God's judgment guide us all to a happier reunion before his golden throne upon that great day of glory to come. May the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another. Amen.
Narrator
Amen.
Congregation
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow. Praise him, all creatures. Praise.
Dr. John Fawcett
They left without a word.
Mrs. Fawcett
They were sad, John. They just couldn't express what was in their hearts.
Dr. John Fawcett
Oh, my dear, I hope we have done the right thing.
Mrs. Fawcett
I'm sure we have. I'm sure of it.
Narrator
The days sped along. Busy, active days of packing, of selecting household articles to take with them and those to be left behind one by one. Pictures, books, little pieces of bric a brac, all found their way into boxes and trunks and barrels. Loving hands made the task easier, but nonetheless touching and pathetic. Finally, the two wagons were loaded and John Fawcett and his wife stood at the door of their cottage for one last look.
Dr. John Fawcett
Well, this is goodbye to the old place, ay?
Mrs. Fawcett
Goodbye to all the trials and tribulations and heartaches.
Dr. John Fawcett
And the joys too. We mustn't forget them.
Mrs. Fawcett
No. Come, John. The good people of the congregation are all gathered there outside with the wagons. We must not let them see tears in our eyes. It would be unkind.
Dr. John Fawcett
I cannot look back once more. Let us go, then.
Mrs. Fawcett
Look, John. Here comes old Jamie.
Dr. John Fawcett
Well, Jamie.
Jamie
Reverend and Mrs. Fawcett, if you please. If it be God's will that you go from us, then our hearts go with you to London town. But please, even at this late hour, if it been your arts to make a change of mind, we'd be most grateful.
Mrs. Fawcett (emotional)
Oh, John, this is worse than I thought it could be.
Dr. John Fawcett
There, there, my dear. We'll be out to the wagons in a moment. Jamie.
Jamie
Aye, sir.
Mrs. Fawcett
John.
Mrs. Fawcett (emotional)
John, I cannot bear this.
Congregation
Nor I.
Mrs. Fawcett (emotional)
What can we do? I'm sorry we made this decision, but it's too late now, I guess.
Dr. John Fawcett
No. No, it's not too late.
Mrs. Fawcett (emotional)
Why? What do you mean?
Dr. John Fawcett
Come with me. Unload the wagons. Who of you will help us?
Jamie
You mean, Reverend. You mean you're not going away?
Dr. John Fawcett
No, we are not going to London. We stay here in Waynes.
Narrator
With tears of joy. Now the congregation, men, women and the boys and girls make short work of unloading the faucet goods and replacing them in the little house. Pictures went back to their old places on the walls. Books flew into the shelves of the study and dishes into the cupboards of the kitchen. When the work was finished, in a quarter of the time it had taken to pack, those who had gathered there, led by old Jamie, prayed in genuine thanksgiving that John Fawcett and his good wife had been guided to remain with them. The next Sunday, Dr. John Fawcett ended his sermon with a few verses, words he had written in the quiet of his study the evening before, words inspired by the crisis he and his good wife had safely passed. What were those words? You know them. You've sung them many a time.
Dr. John Fawcett
Blessed be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love the fellowship of kindred minds is like to that above we share our mutual woes Our mutual burdens bear and often for each other flows the sympathizing tear.
Congregation
Blessed be the time that binds our hearts in Christian love the fellowship of him and. Before our Father's throne we pour our ardent prayers Our fears, our hopes, our aims Are one.
Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
Episode Date: February 16, 2026
This episode of "Harold's Old Time Radio" delves into the touching story behind the beloved hymn "Blest Be The Tie That Binds." Set in the English countryside town of Wainsgate, Yorkshire, in 1772, listeners are taken back in time to experience the heartfelt narrative of Dr. John Fawcett and his wife, whose faith, love for their congregation, and ultimate decision inspired the writing of this classic song.
Dr. Fawcett on Leaving:
"It will not be easy, my dear, leaving all the good people we've come to know so well and to love." (03:39)
Praying for Guidance:
"We ask thy divine guidance in this, our hour to make this Decision of great import." (Dr. Fawcett, 04:17)
Farewell to the Congregation:
"May the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another. Amen." (Dr. Fawcett, 05:28)
Jamie’s Plea:
"If it be God's will that you go from us, then our hearts go with you to London town. But please, even at this late hour, if it been your arts to make a change of mind, we'd be most grateful." (Jamie, 08:39)
Mrs. Fawcett’s Breaking Point:
"John, I cannot bear this." (09:10)
The Decision to Stay:
"We are not going to London. We stay here in Waynes." (Dr. Fawcett, 09:35)
The Hymn Debut:
"Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love..." (Dr. Fawcett, 10:50)
The episode is delivered in gentle, reverent tones, evoking the language and cadence of the 18th-century setting. Dialogue is warm, emotional, and imbued with a sense of deep faith and community spirit. The retelling of this humble, yet profound, decision captures the values of devotion, self-sacrifice, and spiritual connectedness.
"Blest Be The Tie That Binds" tells not just the story of a hymn, but of the enduring bonds between a pastor and his flock, highlighting the timeless message of faith, love, and community. Perfect for listeners seeking a moving account from the golden age of radio and the rich stories behind cherished songs.