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Song Lyrics
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of sharon's dewy rose!
Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God
O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned
Were all alike divine
Dependent on Thy bounteous breath
We seek Thy grace alone
In childhood, manhood, age, and death
To keep us still Thine own
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