John VIII. 11. (Mary Anne Browne Poems)
He said unto the woman, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.SHE stood beneath the temple's sacred ...
He said unto the woman, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.SHE stood beneath the temple's sacred ...
'Tis he ! — Our noble Chieftain liesStretch'd on the turf before our eyes ;His life-blood on the heathery groundDrops ...
The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold, but the Lord trieth the hearts.How shall we stand ...
Quench not the Spirit.QUENCH not the holy fireThat, from the altar of the heart, would riseIn full and pure desireUnto ...
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