By cool Siloam's shady rill
Representative text
As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 340 — the newest hymnal carrying it.
Verse 1
By cool Siloam's shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose!
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own.