With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. A-MEN. dued. 3 Though with a scornful wonder Shall be the morn of song. 4 'Mid toil and tribulation, Her longing eyes are blest, Rev. Samuel J. Stone, 1866 132 ST. ANNE C. M. William Croft, 1708 I O where are kings and em - pires now Of old that went and came? I Saviour, who Thy flock art feed-ing With the shepherd's kind - est care, All the feeble gently lead - ing, While the lambs Thy bo som share; A-MEN. 133 SILOAM C. M. Isaac B. Woodbury, 1842 How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Shar - on's dew-y 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 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Were all alike Divine; 6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 134 (BROCKLESBURY) 8. 7. 8. 7. 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy word believing, Only there secure from harm. Bishop Reginald Heber, 1812 (Text of 1827) 3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let them find a resting-place, Rev. William A. Mühlenberg, 1826 |