Radical: A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Religion, 2 tomas

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Samuel H. Morse, 1867
 

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77 psl. - 6. Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire ; mine ears hast thou opened : burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not required. "7. Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me, "8. I delight to do thy will, Oh my God : yea, thy law is within
624 psl. - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel ? Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weaseL • Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
81 psl. - 6. Set thou a wicked man over him : and let Satan stand at his right hand. "7. When he shall be judged, let him be condemned : and let his prayer become sin. "8. Let his days be few; and let another take his office. "9. Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow. 6
577 psl. - seeing the multitude, he went up into a mountain, and when he was set, his disciples came unto him, and he opened his mouth and taught them saying: " Blessed are the poor in spirit, for
79 psl. - smitten ; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded. " 27. Add iniquity to their iniquity ; and let them not come into thy righteousness. " 28. Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.
532 psl. - The Kingdom of God is like unto treasure hid in a field, the which when a man hath found he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and sdleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.
78 psl. - No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. "Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone: Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
16 psl. - I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
373 psl. - The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is
433 psl. - I hope it will not be conceived from these observations that it is my wish to hold the unhappy people, who are the subjects of this letter, in slavery. I can only say, that there is not a man living who wishes more sincerely than I do to see some plan adopted for the abolition of it.

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