Jesus: An Unfinished Portrait

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Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1906 - 285 páginas
 

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Página 220 - And behold, a woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts, and cried unto him, saying; Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou son of David ! my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil.
Página 141 - And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. " He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life.
Página 201 - Or those eighteen, upon whom the tower in Siloam fell, and slew them, think ye that they were sinners above all men that dwelt in Jerusalem ? I tell you, Nay: but except ye repent ye shall all likewise perish.
Página 193 - Jesus answered them, Do ye now believe? Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered every man to his own, and shall leave me alone; and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.
Página 94 - And I said, Who art thou, Lord? And he said I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. But rise and stand upon thy feet; for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee.
Página 132 - I know not whence ye are ; depart from Me, all ye workers of iniquity. There shall be the weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, and yourselves cast forth without.
Página 132 - There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when, ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.
Página 140 - Call'd me polluted : shall I kill myself? What help in that? I cannot kill my sin, If soul be soul; nor can I kill my shame ; No, nor by living can I live it down. The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries, And mine will ever be a name of scorn.
Página 70 - If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things that belong to thy peace ! but now they are hidden from thine eyes.
Página 131 - When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut to the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, saying, Lord, Lord, open unto us: and he shall answer and say unto you, I know you not whence ye are...

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