New Englander and Yale Review, 29±Ç

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Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight
W.L. Kingsley, 1870

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412 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whosoever . therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in heaven.
412 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be not deceived ; God is not mocked : for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption ; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.
635 ÆäÀÌÁö - For if the casting away of them be the reconciling of the world, what shall the receiving of them be, but life from the dead...
654 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father, and I lay down my life for the sheep.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... sakes. For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance. For as ye in times past have not believed God, yet have now obtained mercy through their unbelief; even so have these also now not believed, that through your mercy they also may obtain mercy. For God hath concluded them all in unbelief, that he might have mercy upon all.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
656 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul ; having your conversation honest among the Gentiles ; that, whereas they speak against you as evildoers, they may by your good works, which they shall behold, glorify God in the day of visitation.
412 ÆäÀÌÁö - I said therefore unto you, that ye shall die in your sins : for if ye believe not that I am he, ye shall die in your sins.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
658 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the time past of our life may suffice us to have wrought the will of the Gentiles, when we walked in lasciviousness, lusts, excess of wine, revellings, banquetings, and abominable idolatries...

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