Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#507

507. By cool Siloam's shady rill

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows;
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose;
And 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;
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age
May shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

3 O Thou, whose infant feet was found
With heavenly rays to shine,,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike divine--
Dependent on thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone;
In childhood, manhood, and in death,
To keep us still Thine own.

Text Information

• First Line: By cool Siloam's shady rill
• Meter: C. M. D.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Children; Early Piety; Youth
• Notes: Author from index: Heber

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