He who overcomes will not be hurt by the second death.
But I will give him the morning star.
He will be clothed in white garments; and I will not erase his name from the book of life, but I will confess his name before My Father and before His angels.
I will grant him to eat of the tree of life which is in the Paradise of God.
I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.
To him I will give authority over the nations; and he shall rule them with a rod of iron.
To him I will give some of the hidden manna, and a white stone, and a new name written on the stone which no one knows but he who receives it.
I will make him a pillar in the temple of My God, and he will not go out from it anymore; and I will write on him the name of My God, and the name of the city of My God, the new Jerusalem, which comes down out of heaven from My God, and My new name.
—Revelation 2-3.
The Casket
I could not go in: too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder, pealing out such an ode as language never delivered to man—too terribly glorious, the spectacle of clouds, split and pierced by white and blinding bolts.
I did long, achingly, then and for four-and-twenty hours afterwards, for something to fetch me out of my present existence, and lead me upwards and onwards. This longing, and all of a similar kind, it was necessary to knock on the head, which I promptly tried to do.
—Charlotte Brontë, Villette, Ch XII The Casket.
I did long, achingly, then and for four-and-twenty hours afterwards, for something to fetch me out of my present existence, and lead me upwards and onwards. This longing, and all of a similar kind, it was necessary to knock on the head, which I promptly tried to do.
—Charlotte Brontë, Villette, Ch XII The Casket.
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