The Truth and Safety of the Christian Religion Deduced from Reason and Revelation: A Series of Sermons Preached at Kew and Petersham in the Years 1773 and 1774Sold [by J. Deighton, 1789 - 466 psl. |
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... glad tidings of the Gospel . That you may believe them , fhall be the labour of a few plain difcourfes , to which this is intended only as an introduction . " " But But where shall I begin ? If our irreligion arife 2 The Author's Apology .
... glad tidings of the Gospel . That you may believe them , fhall be the labour of a few plain difcourfes , to which this is intended only as an introduction . " " But But where shall I begin ? If our irreligion arife 2 The Author's Apology .
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... labour as fuperfluous , as it is endless ; fince even favages by the mere force of innate religion can spell something of a Deity in every page , in every line of the vast volume of the universe . The most barbarous nations have had ...
... labour as fuperfluous , as it is endless ; fince even favages by the mere force of innate religion can spell something of a Deity in every page , in every line of the vast volume of the universe . The most barbarous nations have had ...
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... labour to be faved , convince us of the vani- " ty of all earthly enjoyments , the tranfports of thofe above , the " shortness of time , and the duration of eternity . Grant that we 66 may be ever prepared for the day of our diffolution ...
... labour to be faved , convince us of the vani- " ty of all earthly enjoyments , the tranfports of thofe above , the " shortness of time , and the duration of eternity . Grant that we 66 may be ever prepared for the day of our diffolution ...
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... labour likewife under mental imperfections : whoever had a broken leg , or an arm , would have a wound in his foul too ; whoever was infected with any disease , would alfo find his reafon ruffled and difcompofed ; he that had loft his ...
... labour likewife under mental imperfections : whoever had a broken leg , or an arm , would have a wound in his foul too ; whoever was infected with any disease , would alfo find his reafon ruffled and difcompofed ; he that had loft his ...
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... labour is not " in vain in the Lord . " 166 66 SECTION IV . NOW to pursue our argument - Who can long after immorta- lity that has not fome idea of what immortality is ? And is it not reasonable to believe , that he who conceives the ...
... labour is not " in vain in the Lord . " 166 66 SECTION IV . NOW to pursue our argument - Who can long after immorta- lity that has not fome idea of what immortality is ? And is it not reasonable to believe , that he who conceives the ...
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