Text: | By cool Siloam's shady rill |
Author: | Heber |
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows;
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power
And stormy passion's rage.
5 O thou who givest life and breath,
We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own.
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First Line: | By cool Siloam's shady rill |
Author: | Heber |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian Church: Baptism; The Children's Home |