ST. LUKE 8:16,17,18, KING JAMES VERSION

 16 No man, when he hath lighted a candle, covereth it with a vessel,


or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it on a candlestick,


that  they which enter in may see the light.


17 For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest;


neither anything hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.


18 Take heed therefore how ye hear: for whosoever hath,


to him shall be given: and whosoever hath not, from him shall


be taken even that which he seemeth to have.



Isaiah 53

 



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