
| Is God a Figment of Our Imagination--Or Are We the Product of His? |
And I said, ‘What shall I cry?’ ‘All men are like grass, and all their glory is like
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Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream, Dies at the opening day. |
When my soul tasted Jesus’ love, I’d never known such peace overwhelming, Filling my heart with light from above. Joy’s first awaking, I heard the Savior, Calling me out of hopeless despair, From dark oppression gently He drew me, Speaking His Word of grace to my soul. Grace to be all my heart once desired, Yet found that sin had closed off the way, Grace to cease gladly from my self-seeking, Life more abundant, grace to be free! |
that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not sent his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only son.”
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