|Fountain in my mother's garden, by Carla.|
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.
~ Robert Robinson, 1735-1790
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing