[[audio/mpeg]The Lily.MUSIC COMPOSED BY GEORGE J. WEBB.Music: Lily introMusic: Lily conclusionBy 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 feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upwards drawn to God!By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay,The rose that blooms beneath the hillMust shortly fade away.Must shortly fade,Must shortly fade away,Must shortly fade away.And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passion’s rage!O Thou, whose infant feet were foundWithin 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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The Lily.
MUSIC COMPOSED BY GEORGE J. WEBB.
Music: Lily intro
Music: Lily conclusion
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 feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upwards drawn to God!By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay,The rose that blooms beneath the hillMust shortly fade away.Must shortly fade,Must shortly fade away,Must shortly fade away.And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passion’s rage!O Thou, whose infant feet were foundWithin 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!
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 feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upwards drawn to God!By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay,The rose that blooms beneath the hillMust shortly fade away.Must shortly fade,Must shortly fade away,Must shortly fade away.And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passion’s rage!O Thou, whose infant feet were foundWithin 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!
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 upwards drawn to God!
By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay,The rose that blooms beneath the hillMust shortly fade away.Must shortly fade,Must shortly fade away,Must shortly fade away.
By cool Siloam’s shady rill
The lily must decay,
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
Must shortly fade,
Must shortly fade away,
Must shortly fade away.
And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passion’s rage!
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age,
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,
And stormy passion’s rage!
O Thou, whose infant feet were foundWithin thy Father’s shrine!Whose years with changeless virtue crowned,Were all alike divine:—
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!
Dependent on thy bounteous breath,
We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own!