Healing Waters of Ancient Siloam
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 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, In childhood, manhood, age and death, to keep us still thine own.