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 life's maturer age
will shake the soul with sorrow's power
and stormy passion's rage.
5 O thou, whose infant feet were found
within thy Father's shrine,
whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,
were all alike divine,
6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath
we seek thy grace alone,
through every stage of life, and death,
to keep us still thine own.
Source: Church Hymnary (4th ed.) #688
|First Line:||By cool Siloam's shady rill|
|Author:||Reginald Heber (1812)|