408. 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.

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose sacred 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 O Thou who givest life and breath,
We ask 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
Title: By Cool Siloam's Shady Rill
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890
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