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Strana 127 - And I saw no temple therein : for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 23 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Strana 133 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
Strana 122 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Strana 122 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Strana 127 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Strana 126 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Strana 126 - And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God...
Strana 18 - O'er his still breast a tearful fervour stole, And softer sorrows charm'd the mourner's soul. Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artless zeal — Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel ? Be his the soul with wintry reason blest, The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast ! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine, And bade the rock with Parian marble shine.
Strana 4 - Where now thy might, which all those kings ), subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy temple wait ; No...
Strana 14 - Clap the glad hand and lift th' exulting voice ! He comes, — but not in regal splendour drest, The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest ; Not arm'd in flame, all-glorious from afar, Of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war : Messiah comes ! — let furious discord cease ; Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace ! Disease and anguish feel His blest...

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