4. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; 5. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, 55 1. By cool Si-lo - am's shady rill, How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath be2. Lo! such a child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with To gain its fair portals my efforts shall be, For loved ones are waiting in heaven for me- To gain its fair portals my efforts shall be, For loved ones are waiting in heaven for me. |