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             A mite from three mourners: in memorial of Thomas Glass, a pattern of faith and patience in the Churches, naturally caring for their state, who died in the lord, the 30th day of the Seventh month, 1666. being the same day twelve-month that the beloved John Wiggan (his fellow-labourer, and witness to the cause of Christ) was taken from the evil to come.
             A. C.
             W. A.
          
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             [London :
             1666]
          
           
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           Glass, Thomas, d. 1666 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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         A
         MITE
         from
         Three
         MOURNERS
         :
         In
         MEMORIAL
         of
         
           THOMAS
           GLASS
        
         ,
         a
         Pattern
         of
         Faith
         and
         Patience
         in
         the
         Churches
         ,
         naturally
         caring
         for
         their
         state
         ,
         who
         died
         in
         the
         Lord
         ,
         the
         30th
         day
         of
         the
         Seventh
         Month
         ,
         1666.
         being
         the
         same
         day
         twelve-month
         that
         the
         beloved
         
           John
           Wiggan
        
         (
         his
         Fellow-Labourer
         ,
         and
         Witness
         to
         the
         Cause
         of
         Christ
         )
         was
         taken
         from
         the
         evil
         to
         come
         .
      
       
         
           AN
           ACROSTICK
           .
        
         
           
             
               
               The
               Glass
               that
               ran
               so
               well
               ,
               is
               now
               run
               out
               :
            
             
               
               Hark
               slumbring
               Virgins
               ,
               hark
               to
               know
               the
               reason
               !
            
             
               O
               haste
               to
               trim
               your
               Lamps
               ;
               look
               well
               about
               :
            
             
               
               Many
               are
               foolish
               ,
               and
               will
               slip
               their
               season
               .
            
             
               
               Amazing
               Midnights
               Cry
               ,
               is
               sure
               at
               hand
               ;
            
             
               
               Such
               as
               have
               Oyl
               in
               Vessels
               with
               their
               Lamps
               ,
               
                 Mat.
                 25.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             Go
             meet
             him
             as
             your
             Bridegrooms
             chosen
             Band
             ;
          
           
             
             Lift
             up
             your
             Heads
             :
             though
             foolish
             ,
             fill'd
             with
             damps
             ,
          
           
             
             Alas
             cry
             out
             ,
             Pray
             give
             us
             of
             your
             store
             ;
          
           
             
             Sent
             are
             to
             buy
             ,
             but
             find
             Shops
             ope
             '
             no
             more
             :
          
           
             
             Sinners
             have
             also
             reason
             to
             weep
             sore
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               J
               pray
               the
               Church
               this
               instant
               may
               improve
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               end
               revealed
               from
               above
               .
               
                 Jer.
                 18.7
                 ,
                 8.
                 
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
           AN
           ANAGRAM
           .
        
         
           Thomas
           Glass
           :
           Glass
           as
           Moth.
           
        
         
           
             GLass
             
               as
               a
            
             Moth's
             now
             crush'd
             ,
             return'd
             to
             dust
             ;
          
           
             A
             brittle
             thing
             ,
             not
             to
             be
             lean'd
             upon
             :
          
           
             The
             will
             of
             God
             herein
             is
             done
             ,
             and
             just
             ,
          
           
             Though
             for
             a
             time
             he
             brightly
             through
             him
             shon
             ,
          
           
             To
             great
             refreshment
             of
             his
             Heritage
             ,
          
           
             Amidst
             this
             hot
             ,
             weak
             ,
             weary
             ,
             tyring
             day
             ;
          
           
             Making
             them
             wish
             ,
             and
             ready
             to
             presage
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             amongst
             them
             might
             much
             longer
             stay
             .
          
           
             So
             fitted
             ,
             furnish'd
             for
             Gods
             work
             was
             he
             ,
          
           
             In
             which
             he
             labour'd
             ,
             during
             heat
             and
             cold
             ,
          
           
             And
             therein
             did
             obtain
             a
             good
             degree
             ,
          
           
             In
             bearing
             up
             for
             God
             a
             Witness
             bold
             .
          
           
             But
             ah
             !
             how
             diff'rent
             are
             our
             thoughts
             and
             ways
          
           
             From
             God
             our
             Lord's
             ,
             that
             are
             so
             far
             above
             ?
          
           
             That
             Paths
             pursuant
             most
             unto
             his
             Praise
             ,
          
           
             At
             first
             we
             seldom
             see
             ,
             chuse
             ,
             like
             or
             love
             .
          
        
         
           
             W.
             A.
             
          
        
      
       
         
           An
           ELEGY
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             Heart
             with
             grief
             and
             pain
             is
             prest
             ,
          
           
             As
             over-charged
             in
             my
             Brest
             :
          
           
             Its
             struglings
             of
             a
             divers
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             Perplex
             and
             intricate
             my
             Minde
             :
          
           
             Confus'd
             Entanglement
             appears
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Sence
             ,
             with
             Faith
             ;
             of
             Hopes
             ,
             with
             Fears
             :
          
           
             Vicissitudes
             of
             Up's
             and
             Down's
             ;
          
           
             Of
             Smiles
             ,
             that
             interfere
             with
             Frowns
             ;
          
           
             As
             Twins
             that
             mutually
             contend
             .
          
           
             To
             bring
             which
             Contests
             to
             an
             end
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             it
             ill
             to
             keep
             them
             pent
             ;
          
           
             But
             in
             this
             order
             gave
             them
             vent
             .
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             O
             That
             my
             Head
             were
             as
             a
             springing
             Well
             ;
             
          
           
             Mine
             Eyes
             as
             Rivers
             ,
             streaming
             down
             with
             Tears
             !
             
          
           
             O
             that
             I
             in
             some
             Wllderness
             did
             dwell
             ,
             
          
           
             Where
             none
             might
             mark
             my
             sighs
             ,
             my
             groans
             ,
             my
             fears
             !
          
           
             Where
             Heart
             might
             break
             for
             what
             is
             come
             to
             pass
             
          
           
             By
             Gods
             fresh
             breach
             on
             my
             dear
             Looking
             -
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Hold
             !
             hold
             thy
             peace
             for
             shame
             !
             The
             Lords
             at
             hand
             ;
             
          
           
             Let
             Moderation
             now
             to
             all
             appear
             ;
             
          
           
             Let
             Faith
             for
             Soul-submission
             give
             command
             ;
             
          
           
             Let
             Perfect
             Love
             check
             such
             tormenting
             Fear
             .
             
          
           
             Thy
             standing's
             founded
             as
             on
             Mounts
             of
             Brass
             :
             
          
           
             What
             mean
             such
             out-cries
             for
             a
             broken
             Glass
             ?
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
          
           
             If
             this
             my
             loss
             were
             personal
             alone
             ,
             
          
           
             My
             Sin
             deserves
             it
             ;
             I
             should
             bear
             such
             strokes
             :
             
          
           
             But
             O
             (
             methinks
             )
             I
             hear
             poor
             Sion
             groan
             ,
             
          
           
             '
             Gainst
             me
             all
             day
             his
             Jealousie
             thus
             smokes
             :
             
          
           
             My
             Walls
             are
             fall'n
             ,
             my
             Gates
             are
             burnt
             (
             alas
             !
             )
             
          
           
             My
             Golden
             Pillars
             are
             as
             broken
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Such
             swift
             severe
             dispatches
             ,
             clad
             with
             wonder
             ,
             
          
           
             Bring
             teaching
             Lessons
             to
             th'
             obedient
             Ear
             ;
             
          
           
             Who
             waiting
             in
             the
             secret
             place
             of
             Thunder
             ,
             
          
           
             Attends
             with
             Silence
             ,
             Rev'rence
             ,
             Godly
             Fear
             :
             
          
           
             At
             least
             how
             Sojourners
             their
             time
             should
             pass
             ,
             
          
           
             That
             's
             measur'd
             by
             a
             running
             shaken
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             Hark!
             hark
             !
             how
             Sion
             sighs
             ,
             as
             put
             to
             shame
             ;
             
          
           
             My
             Children
             scatter'd
             ,
             Plague
             doth
             thousands
             slay
             ;
             
          
           
             Poor
             London
             undone
             with
             devouring
             Flame
             ;
             
          
           
             Distress
             on
             Land
             ,
             and
             bloody
             War
             at
             Sea.
             
             
          
           
             My
             Strength
             is
             not
             as
             Stones
             ,
             nor
             Flesh
             as
             Brass
             ;
             
          
           
             Why
             am
             I
             broke
             as
             Shards
             ,
             or
             abject
             Glass
             ?
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             's
             the
             cause
             ,
             in
             this
             confused
             noise
             ,
             
          
           
             So
             few
             speak
             right
             ,
             few
             smite
             upon
             the
             thigh
             ?
             
          
           
             Few
             get
             by
             heart
             the
             tabring
             Turtles
             Voice
             ;
             
          
           
             
               What
               have
               I
               done
               ?
               Ah
               Master
               !
               Is
               it
               I
               ?
            
             
          
           
             Till
             such
             Reflects
             be
             made
             ,
             expect
             (
             alas
             !
             )
             
          
           
             A
             toyling
             Milstone
             ,
             for
             a
             tiring
             -
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             I
             captive
             sit
             by
             
             Babel's
             Rivers
             brink
             ,
             
          
           
             My
             Heart
             ev'n
             broke
             ,
             my
             Harps
             on
             Willows
             hang
             ;
             
          
           
             When
             on
             poor
             
             Sion's
             Ruines
             I
             bethink
             ,
             
          
           
             I
             cannot
             tune
             the
             Songs
             which
             once
             I
             sang
             .
             
          
           
             Her
             Heav'ns
             are
             Iron
             ,
             and
             her
             Earth
             as
             Brass
             ;
             
          
           
             Her
             Silver
             Dross
             ,
             her
             Diamonds
             as
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Such
             worldly
             Sorrow
             tends
             to
             Death
             at
             length
             ,
             
          
           
             Not
             to
             Repentance
             ;
             lie
             not
             on
             the
             ground
             :
             
          
           
             Take
             Gospel-Armour
             ;
             gird
             thy
             Loyns
             with
             strength
             :
             
          
           
             With
             search
             the
             troubling
             Achan
             may
             be
             found
             .
             
          
           
             If
             Grace
             provide
             thee
             Shooes
             of
             Steel
             and
             Brass
             ,
             
          
           
             Thou
             may'st
             stand
             Harping
             on
             this
             Sea
             of
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             The
             Righteous
             perish
             ,
             Good
             Men
             snatch'd
             away
             ;
             
          
           
             The
             rest
             led
             Captive
             :
             (
             how
             am
             I
             bereft
             !
             )
             
          
           
             Most
             leave
             their
             Station
             ;
             Mighty
             Men
             decay
             .
             
          
           
             If
             any
             pleasant
             Picture
             yet
             be
             left
             ,
             
          
           
             Upon
             its
             Comeliness
             a
             wind
             doth
             pass
             :
             
          
           
             Thus
             all
             my
             Hopes
             dash
             as
             a
             Christal
             Glass
             !
             
             .
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Those
             costly
             Coverings
             (
             likely
             )
             did
             provoke
             
          
           
             To
             burning
             Jealousie
             ,
             when
             over-priz'd
             ,
             
          
           
             And
             must
             be
             dash'd
             by
             a
             displeased
             stroke
             ;
             
          
           
             As
             Moses
             '
             Serpent
             ,
             when
             't
             was
             idoliz'd
             .
             
          
           
             If
             that
             was
             stamp'd
             on
             as
             a
             piece
             of
             Brass
             ,
             
          
           
             No
             marvel
             't
             is
             so
             with
             a
             beautious
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             Have
             pity
             (
             saith
             she
             )
             while
             I
             thus
             bemoan
             ;
             
          
           
             My
             Sin
             's
             remembred
             ,
             and
             my
             Son
             is
             slain
             ;
             
          
           
             More
             natural
             to
             care
             for
             me
             was
             none
             :
             
          
           
             How
             can
             such
             Losses
             be
             repair'd
             again
             ?
             
          
           
             who
             'll
             sow
             ,
             and
             send
             the
             feet
             of
             Oxe
             and
             Ass
             ,
             
          
           
             Besides
             all
             Waters
             ,
             as
             did
             painful
             Glass
             ?
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Take
             heed
             ,
             take
             heed
             ,
             lest
             Flesh
             be
             too
             much
             ey'd
             ,
             
          
           
             In
             what
             th'
             Anointing
             onely
             can
             repair
             :
             
          
           
             Broke
             Sycamoors
             by
             Oaks
             may
             be
             supply'd
             ;
             
          
           
             Fall'n
             Bricks
             by
             Stones
             ,
             to
             make
             the
             Palace
             fair
             ;
             
          
           
             But
             by
             such
             patching
             't
             will
             be
             worse
             ,
             (
             alas
             !
             )
          
           
             New
             generous
             Wine
             will
             break
             old
             Shop-worn
             -
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             Alas
             !
             who
             then
             shall
             live
             when
             God
             appears
             ?
             
          
           
             Who
             can
             the
             Test
             of
             such
             Refinings
             bear
             ?
             
          
           
             When
             Fire
             and
             Furnace
             he
             in
             Sion
             rears
             ,
             
          
           
             Sinners
             in
             Sion
             must
             be
             fill'd
             with
             fear
             .
             
          
           
             His
             Eyes
             as
             Flames
             ,
             his
             Feet
             as
             burning
             Brass
             
          
           
             Will
             melt
             hard
             Adamants
             as
             fluid
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             The
             Fire
             indeed
             is
             hot
             ,
             the
             Breach
             is
             large
             ;
             
          
           
             But
             He
             sits
             by
             ,
             to
             do
             us
             ,
             make
             us
             good
             :
             
          
           
             If
             one
             Hair
             fall
             not
             but
             with
             special
             charge
             ,
             
          
           
             If
             Lilies
             ,
             Sparrows
             ,
             have
             their
             Paint
             and
             Food
             ;
             
          
           
             If
             God
             takes
             care
             of
             Oxen
             ,
             Birds
             ,
             and
             Grass
             ,
             
          
           
             He
             's
             more
             concern'd
             in
             his
             dear
             precious
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             Ah
             that
             both
             Saints
             and
             Sinners
             could
             lament
             ,
             
          
           
             In
             Town
             and
             Country
             ,
             where
             this
             Glass
             did
             run
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             golden
             hours
             they
             foolishly
             mispent
             ,
             
          
           
             Ere
             this
             his
             Generation-Work
             was
             done
             !
             
          
           
             Had
             we
             an
             Hiram
             skill'd
             to
             work
             in
             Brass
             ,
             
          
           
             Jachin
             and
             Boaz
             might
             be
             rear'd
             for
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             true
             ,
             he
             's
             sick
             ,
             and
             sleeps
             ,
             whom
             Jesus
             lov'd
             :
             
          
           
             But
             they
             that
             sleep
             so
             ,
             shall
             do
             well
             at
             length
             ;
             
          
           
             They
             rest
             from
             Labours
             ,
             are
             from
             Sin
             remov'd
             :
             
          
           
             Weep
             not
             !
             He
             's
             gone
             but
             to
             renew
             his
             Strength
             !
             
          
           
             We
             face
             to
             face
             shall
             see
             him
             :
             for
             (
             alas
             !
             )
             
          
           
             We
             saw
             but
             darkly
             through
             that
             fractur'd
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             Must
             I
             be
             strip'd
             then
             of
             my
             choice
             Attire
             ?
             
          
           
             To
             offer
             Isaac
             ,
             is
             an
             heavy
             Trial
             :
             
          
           
             Must
             I
             be
             season'd
             thus
             with
             Salt
             and
             Fire
             ?
             
          
           
             How
             hard
             a
             Lesson
             is
             this
             Self-denial
             !
             
          
           
             My
             Nail's
             remov'd
             ;
             its
             weight
             is
             fall's
             ,
             (
             alas
             !
             )
             
          
           
             Cups
             ,
             Flagons
             ,
             great
             and
             small
             ,
             all
             broke
             as
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Take
             heed
             of
             murmuring
             :
             When
             God
             comes
             down
             
          
           
             To
             bind
             up
             Jewels
             that
             on
             Earth
             he
             finds
             ,
             
          
           
             To
             raise
             and
             fix
             them
             in
             a
             glorious
             Crown
             ,
             
          
           
             He
             calls
             for
             chearful
             Gifts
             from
             willing
             Minds
             :
             
          
           
             When
             he
             would
             have
             a
             Laver
             made
             of
             Brass
             ,
             
          
           
             Mark
             how
             each
             Daughter
             offer'd
             up
             her
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             SENCE
             .
          
           
             These
             are
             hard
             Sayings
             !
             Deep
             to
             Deep
             doth
             call
             !
             
          
           
             My
             Flesh
             begins
             to
             fail
             ,
             my
             Heart
             to
             sink
             !
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             hard
             to
             feed
             on
             Vinegar
             and
             Gall
             ;
             
          
           
             To
             eat
             with
             Ashes
             ,
             and
             with
             Tears
             to
             drink
             .
             
          
           
             From
             me
             (
             if
             it
             be
             possible
             )
             let
             pass
             
          
           
             Such
             deadly
             Draughts
             ,
             mixt
             is
             a
             breaking
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             FAITH
             .
          
           
             Cease
             
             Rachel's
             Weeping
             ;
             Hope
             is
             in
             thine
             End
             :
             
          
           
             Thy
             Children
             to
             their
             Border
             God
             Will
             bring
             ;
             
          
           
             He
             'll
             plead
             thy
             Cause
             ,
             thy
             Right
             He
             will
             defend
             :
             
          
           
             Then
             
             Kedar's
             Dwellers
             ,
             and
             the
             Rock's
             ,
             shall
             sing
             .
             
          
           
             Thy
             Countenance
             ,
             that
             black
             and
             scorched
             was
             ,
             
          
           
             Shall
             shine
             in
             brightness
             like
             transparent
             Glass
             .
             
          
        
         
           
             A.
             C.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div B02572-e600
           
             Jer.
             9.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             Isa
             .
             22.4
             ,
             5.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             55.5
             ,
             6
             ,
             7.
             
          
           
             Jer.
             31
             ,
             15.
             
          
           
             2
             Sam.
             18
             ,
             33.
             
          
           
             Zeph.
             1.7
             .
             Phil.
             4.5
             .
          
           
             1
             Thes
             .
             4.13
             .
          
           
             Psal
             .
             39.9
             .
          
           
             1
             John
             4
             ,
             18.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             125.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             Zech.
             6.1
             .
          
           
             Micha
             7.9
             .
          
           
             Nehem
             ,
             9.33
             .
          
           
             Lam.
             3.
             per
             totum
             .
          
           
             Psal
             .
             79.5
             .
          
           
             Nehem.
             1.3
             .
          
           
             Lam.
             4.1
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             94.12
             ,
             13.
             
          
           
             Micha
             6.9
             .
          
           
             Psalm
             81.7
             .
          
           
             Heb.
             12.28
             ,
             29.
             
          
           
             1
             Pet.
             1.17
             .
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             7.29
             ,
             30
             ,
             31.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             44.9
             ,
             -
             .16
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             51.18
             .
             Jer.
             21.6
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             24
             .
             l2
             .
             &
             3.25
             ,
             26.
             
          
           
             Lam.
             1.20
             .
          
           
             Job
             6.12
             .
          
           
             Jer.
             15.18
             .
          
           
             Jer.
             8.6
             .
             Ezek.
             21.12
             .
          
           
             Nahum
             2.7
             .
          
           
             Ezek.
             7.16
             .
          
           
             Mark
             14.19
             .
          
           
             Hos
             .
             5.15
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             47.2
             .
             &
             3.23
             ,
             24.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             137.1
             ,
             6.
             
          
           
             Lam.
             2.18
             .
             &
             5.15
             .
          
           
             Joel
             1.13
             ,
             16.
             
          
           
             Levit.
             26.19
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             1.22
             .
          
           
             Lam.
             4.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             2
             Cor.
             7.10
             .
          
           
             Josh
             .
             7.10
             .
          
           
             Ephes
             .
             6.13
             ,
             14.
             
          
           
             Josh
             .
             7.13
             .
             Lam.
             3.40
             .
          
           
             Ephes
             .
             6.15
             .
             Deut.
             33.25
             
          
           
             Rev.
             15.2
             .
          
           
             Psal
             .
             12.1
             .
             Mich.
             7.1.2
             .
          
           
             Isa
             57.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             2
             Sam.
             1.27
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             42.22
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             40.6
             ,
             7.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             103.15
             ,
             16
             
          
           
             Act.
             14.15
             ,
             18.
             
          
           
             Isa
             .
             2.16
             ,
             17
             ,
             18.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             34.14
             .
             Isa
             .
             42.8
             .
          
           
             2
             Kings
             18.4
             .
          
           
             Jer.
             22.24
             ,
             28.
             
          
           
             Lam.
             4.20
             .
          
           
             Job
             19.21
             .
          
           
             Chap.
             6.14
             .
          
           
             1
             Kings
             17.18
             .
          
           
             Philip.
             2.20
             .
          
           
             Numb
             .
             27.16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Isa
             .
             32.20
             .
          
           
             2
             Kings
             2.9
             ,
             14.
             
          
           
             Numb
             .
             11.17
             ,
             25
             ,
             29.
             
          
           
             Isa
             .
             32.9
             ,
             —
             20.
             
          
           
             Isa
             .
             9.8
             ,
             9
             ,
             10
             ,
             11.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             9.16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Numb
             .
             24.23
             .
          
           
             Mal.
             3.2
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             31.9
             .
          
           
             Chap.
             33.14
             .
          
           
             Rev.
             1.14
             ,
             15.
             
             Isa
             .
             64.3
             .
          
           
             Nahum
             1.6
             .
          
           
             Isa
             ..
             48.10
             .
          
           
             Mal.
             3.3
             .
          
           
             Matth.
             10.30
             .
          
           
             Luk.
             21.18
             .
             &
             12.6
             ,
             7.
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             9.9
             .
          
           
             Matth.
             6.26
             .
             to
             30.
             
          
           
             Acts
             20.37
             ,
             38.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             9.15
             .
          
           
             Prov.
             5.11
             ,
             12
             ,
             13.
             
          
           
             Chap.
             17.16
             .
          
           
             2
             Sam.
             18.18
             .
          
           
             1
             Kings
             7.13
             ,
             21.
             
          
           
             John
             11.3
             ,
             11
             ,
             12.
             
          
           
             1
             Thess
             .
             4.14
             .
          
           
             Rev.
             14.13
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             57.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             Chap.
             52.8
             .
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             13.12
             .
          
           
             Exod.
             33.5
             .
          
           
             Gen.
             22.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             Heb.
             11
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Mark
             9.49
             .
          
           
             Matth.
             19.22
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             22.24
             ,
             25.
             
          
           
             1
             Cor.
             10.10
             .
          
           
             Mal.
             3.17
             .
          
           
             Zech.
             9.16
             .
             Isa
             .
             62.3
             .
          
           
             2
             Cor.
             9.7
             .
          
           
             Exod.
             38.8
             .
          
           
             Chap.
             35.21
             ,
             —
             29.
             
          
           
             John
             6.60
             .
          
           
             Psal
             .
             42.7
             .
          
           
             Lam.
             3.54
             .
          
           
             Vers
             .
             18
             ,
             19
             ,
             20.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             102.9
             ,
             10.
             
          
           
             Matth.
             26.39
             .
          
           
             Jor.
             31.15
             ,
             16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Chap.
             50.34
             .
          
           
             Isa
             .
             51.22
             ,
             23.
             
          
           
             Chap.
             42.11
             .
             &
             24.14
             ,
             15.
             
          
           
             Lam.
             4.8
             .
             Psal
             .
             68.13
             ,
             14.
             
          
           
             Rev.
             21.18
             ,
             21.
             
          
        
      
    
  

