The Letters to the Corinthians

Forsideomslag
Westminster John Knox Press, 1956 - 297 sider
To know Jesus Christ more dearly, clearly and completely.

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VII
1
VIII
11
IX
14
X
16
XI
20
XII
25
XIV
28
XV
30
LXVIII
156
LXIX
159
LXXI
161
LXXII
167
LXXIV
172
LXXV
176
LXXVI
179
LXXVIII
184

XVI
32
XVII
34
XVIII
37
XX
40
XXI
42
XXII
45
XXIV
48
XXV
51
XXVII
54
XXVIII
58
XXIX
61
XXXI
64
XXXII
69
XXXIV
70
XXXV
72
XXXVI
76
XXXVII
78
XXXVIII
81
XL
83
XLII
87
XLIV
90
XLV
96
XLVI
99
XLVIII
102
XLIX
107
LI
109
LIII
113
LV
117
LVII
120
LVIII
124
LIX
126
LX
132
LXI
137
LXIII
140
LXIV
147
LXVI
148
LXVII
154
LXXIX
187
LXXXI
190
LXXXII
195
LXXXIV
201
LXXXV
204
LXXXVI
206
LXXXVII
208
LXXXVIII
211
XC
214
XCI
216
XCII
219
XCIV
222
XCV
227
XCVII
230
XCIX
233
CI
238
CII
241
CIV
245
CVI
248
CVII
251
CIX
258
CX
261
CXII
265
CXIV
269
CXVI
273
CXVIII
274
CXIX
276
CXX
282
CXXI
285
CXXIII
291
CXXIV
293
CXXVI
296
CXXVII
302
CXXVIII
308
CXXIX
311
CXXXI
315
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Side 37 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 36 - Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. And saw, within the moonlight in his room. Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom. An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' - The vision raised its head. And with a look made of all sweet accord. Answered, The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 8 - I do not regret it (though I did regret it), for I see that that letter grieved you, though only for a while.
Side 121 - Wherefore, whosoever shall eat this bread, and drink this cup of the Lord, unworthily, shall be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord. But let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of that bread, and drink of that cup. For he that eateth and drinketh unworthily eateth and drinketh damnation to himself, not discerning the Lord's body.
Side 145 - For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue.
Side 240 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Side 90 - Am I not free? am I not an apostle? have I not seen Jesus our Lord?
Side 220 - ... you show that you are a letter from Christ delivered by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.

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