Hymn 106 - By The Cool Siloan's Shady Rill

By cool Siloam's shady rillhow sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hillof Sharon's dewy rose!

Lo! such the child whose early feetthe paths of peace have trod,whose secret heart with influence sweetis upward drawn to God.

By cool Siloam's shady rillthe lily must decay,the rose that blooms beneath the hillmust shortly fade away;

O thou, whose infant feet were foundwithin thy Father's shrine,whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,were all alike divine,

Dependent on thy bounteous breathwe seek thy grace alone,through every stage of life, and death,to keep us still thine own.