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How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?

And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. — read the full passage →

Forasmuch then as we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man’s device.

And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.

Moreover he sprinkled with blood both the tabernacle, and all the vessels of the ministry.

As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. — read the full passage →

For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring. — read the full passage →

But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.

And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; — read the full passage →

Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; — read the full passage →

By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise:

But Christ being come an high priest of good things to come, by a greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this building; — read the full passage →

And they made a calf in those days, and offered sacrifice unto the idol, and rejoiced in the works of their own hands.

Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulchre; and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves, and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.

There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.