C. M. Heber. The Holy Child. |
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 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own!
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