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From:
The Loveliness of Christ
By:
Samuel J. Rutherford
Christ hath so handsomely fitted for my shoulders this rough tree of the cross, as that it hurteth me no ways. My treasure is up in Christ’s coffers; my comforts are greater than ye can believe; my pen shall lie for penury of words to write of them.
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