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how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without defect to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

The construction of its wall was jasper. The city was pure gold, like pure glass. — read the full passage →

Being then the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Divine Nature is like gold, or silver, or stone, engraved by art and design of man.

The construction of its wall was jasper. The city was pure gold, like pure glass.

Moreover he sprinkled the tabernacle and all the vessels of the ministry in the same way with the blood.

As each has received a gift, employ it in serving one another, as good managers of the grace of God in its various forms. — read the full passage →

‘For in him we live, and move, and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are also his offspring.’ — read the full passage →

But Jesus, turning to them, said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.

The nations will walk in its light. The kings of the earth bring the glory and honor of the nations into it.

The foundations of the city’s wall were adorned with all kinds of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; — read the full passage →

knowing that you were redeemed, not with corruptible things, with silver or gold, from the useless way of life handed down from your fathers, — read the full passage →

By faith, he lived as an alien in the land of promise, as in a land not his own, dwelling in tents, with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise.

But Christ having come as a high priest of the coming good things, through the greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this creation, — read the full passage →

They made a calf in those days, and brought a sacrifice to the idol, and rejoiced in the works of their hands.

But Peter got up and ran to the tomb. Stooping and looking in, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he departed to his home, wondering what had happened.

“Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, living in luxury every day.

Consider the lilies, how they grow. They don’t toil, neither do they spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.