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 influences 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.

Oh Thou whose infant feet were found

Within Thy Father’s shrine

Whose years with changeless virtue crowned

Were all alike divine

5.

Dependent on thy bounteous breath

We seek Thy grace alone

In childhood, manhood, age and breath

To keep us still thine own