“A True Story” by Hannah Last Cornaby An Elder was preaching the Gospel in Wales,Without either purse or scrip,And it happened sometimes that he had to feelHunger’s keen, unwelcome grip. One day—‘twas past noon—he was trav’ling along,Quite uncertain where to dine,He was weary and faint, but his faith was strong,Nor did he feel to repine. His heart raised in prayer, still onward he went,‘Till a house appeared to view,With signs...
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