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A Stranger Here: The Memorial of One to Whom to Live Was Christ, and to Die Gain
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Seite 209 - Priest that can be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, for He was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Seite 55 - I WAITED patiently for the Lord ; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, Even praise unto our God : Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in the Lord.
Seite 239 - I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins : return unto me ; for I have redeemed thee.
Seite 229 - ... beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, we are changed into the same image from glory to glory even as by the Spirit of the Lord.
Seite 130 - This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, And saved him out of all his troubles.
Seite 191 - If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature : old things are passed away, all things are become new.
Seite 115 - My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.