Your touch has still its ancient power, No word from You can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Your mercy heal us all. — Henry Twells Copy Share Image
When as a child I laughed and wept, time crept. When as a youth I waxed more bold, time strolled. When I became a… — Henry Twells Copy Share Image
Your touch has still its ancient power, No word from You can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Your mercy… — Henry Twells Copy Share Image
