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Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said, The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my tongue.
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Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
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I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditation.
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Bible
Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said, The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my tongue.
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Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
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Bible
I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditation.
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Daniel Webster
The Bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, and a book of morals, and a book of religion, of especial revelation from God.
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Daniel Webster
The Bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, and a book of morals, and a book of religion, of especial revelation from God.
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Isaac Watts
But Thy good word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven.
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Isaac Watts
How glad the heathens would have been, That worship idols, wood and stone, If they the book God had seen.
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Isaac Watts
But Thy good word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven.
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Isaac Watts
How glad the heathens would have been, That worship idols, wood and stone, If they the book God had seen.
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James Russell Lowell
So we're all right, an' I, for one, Don't think our cause'll lose in vally By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun, An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
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James Russell Lowell
So we're all right, an' I, for one, Don't think our cause'll lose in vally By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun, An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seeker of the best, We come back laden from out quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seeker of the best, We come back laden from out quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.
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