The Eclectic Review, Volum 6

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Pàgina 412 - Will you be ready with all faithful diligence to banish and drive away all erroneous and strange doctrines contrary to God's word...
Pàgina 172 - IT is certain by God's word, that children which are baptized, dying before they commit actual sin, are undoubtedly saved.
Pàgina 533 - And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it.
Pàgina 588 - Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.
Pàgina 410 - City, and holding a pure faith in the unity of the Spirit and in the bond of peace...
Pàgina 381 - Nor aught else in the liquid mirror laves Its portraiture, but some inconstant star Between one foliaged lattice twinkling fair, Or, painted bird, sleeping beneath the moon, Or gorgeous insect floating motionless, Unconscious of the day, ere yet his wings Have spread their glories to the gaze of noon.
Pàgina 387 - Die, he or justice must; unless for him Some other, able, and as willing, pay The rigid satisfaction ; death for death.
Pàgina 534 - And God hath set some in the church, first apostles, secondarily prophets, thirdly teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings, helps, governments, diversities of tongues.
Pàgina 359 - For the Jews require a sign, and the Greeks seek after wisdom: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling block, and unto the Greeks foolishness; But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God.
Pàgina 45 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.

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