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...moral government of God, is carefully avoided, unless the following be an exception. ' O that God, Profuse of poisons, would concede the chalice Which...world wanders for ever, Lone as incarnate death!' p. 47. Our readers will be startled at the profanity of this strange exclamation, but we can assure...

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