1 By cool Siloam’s shady rill,
How fair the lily grows;
How sweet the breath beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose:
2 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;
4 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.
5 O Thou, whose infancy was found
With heavenly rays to shine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,
Were all alike divine,--
6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, and in death,
To keep us still Thine own.
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First Line: | By cool Siloam's shady rill |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | The Catechism: The Christian Household |
Notes: | Author from Index: Tappan |