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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>BY COOL SILOAM’S SHADY RILL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon Him.” Luke 2:40</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_e_heber_r.jpg" alt="Reginald Heber (1783-1826)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="189.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_e_heber_r.html" target="_blank">Reginald Heber</a>, in <em>Christian Observer</em>, 1812.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Belmont,” William Gardiner, 1812 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_belmont.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>By cool Siloam’s shady rill<br>
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How fair the lily grows!<br>
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How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,<br>
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Of Sharon’s dewy rose!</p>
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<p>Lo! such the child whose early feet<br>
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The paths of peace have trod,<br>
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Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,<br>
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Is upward drawn to God.</p>
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<p>By cool Siloam’s shady rill<br>
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The lily must decay;<br>
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The rose that blooms beneath the hill<br>
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Must shortly fade away.</p>
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<p>And soon, too soon, the wintry hour<br>
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Of man’s maturer age<br>
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Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power<br>
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And stormy passion’s rage.</p>
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<p>O Thou Whose infant feet were found<br>
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Within Thy Father’s shrine,<br>
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Whose years with changeless virtue crowned,<br>
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Were all alike divine.</p>
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<p>Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,<br>
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We seek Thy grace alone,<br>
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In childhood, manhood, age, and death<br>
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To keep us still Thine own.</p>
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