The lives of the popes


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Side 33 - Yea, ye yourselves know, that these hands have ministered unto my necessities, and to them that were with me. I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
Side 75 - Let no man deceive you by any means ; for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, showing himself that he is God.
Side 65 - Their arms, their kings, their gods were rolled away. As oft have issued, host impelling host, The blue-eyed myriads from the Baltic coast. The prostrate South to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles and her golden fields. With grim delight...
Side 14 - Father, thy word is a lamp unto our feet, and a light unto our path...
Side 40 - Gospels, literally bathed his feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair.
Side 117 - You assault us, O tyrant! with a carnal and military hand: unarmed and naked we can only implore the Christ, the prince of the heavenly host, that he will send unto you a devil, for the destruction of your body and the salvation of your soul.
Side 99 - For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of His Son ; much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by His life. And not only so, but we also joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the atonement.
Side 192 - If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink." " Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest ;" and " whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
Side 65 - The prostrate South to the Destroyer yields Her boasted titles, and her golden fields : With grim delight the Brood of winter view A brighter day, and Heav'ns of azure hue, Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose, And quaff the pendent vintage as it grows.
Side 170 - antichrist, the proud, worldly priest of Rome, the most cursed of clippers and purse kervers.

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