The Monthly Journal of the American Unitarian Association, Volume 8

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Page 333 - For their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold; Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful
Page 110 - For as the Father raiseth up the dead and quickeneth them, even so the Son quickeneth whom he will. For the Father judgeth no man, but hath committed all judgment unto the Son, that all men should honor the Son even as they honor the Father
Page 206 - I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to you. Yet a little while, and the world seeth me no more; but ye see me: because I live, ye shall live also. At that day ye shall know that
Page 177 - But when he saith all things are put under him, it is manifest that He is excepted, which did put all things under him; and when all things shall be subdued under him, then shall the Son also himself
Page 177 - can of mine own self do nothing; as I hear I judge, and my judgment is just, because I seek not mine own will, but the will of the Father which hath sent me
Page 207 - of gifts, but the same Spirit." — "To one is given by the Spirit the word of wisdom ; to another, knowledge, by the same Spirit; to another, faith, by the same Spirit; to another, the gifts of healing, by the same Spirit; and
Page 63 - Let his days be few, and let another take his office. " Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow. " Let his children be vagabonds, and beg their bread; let them seek it also out of desolate places. " Let the extortioner consume all that he hath, and let the stranger spoil his labor.
Page 334 - art belongs. What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are
Page 441 - Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one
Page 448 - can come to me, On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air: I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care. 0

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