Our thanks to Thee above;
And only pray to grow each day
More worthy of Thy love.
402.
L. M.
*John Taylor.
The Worth of Years.
1 Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man’s busy generations pass;
Our thanks to Thee above;
And only pray to grow each day
More worthy of Thy love.
L. M.
*John Taylor.
1 Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man’s busy generations pass;