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"And ye shall go forth in the power of my Spirit, preaching my gospel, two by two, in my name, lifting up your voices as with the sound of a trump, declaring my word like unto angels of God...Ye may be my people and I will be your God...Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die and more especially for those that have not hope of a glorious resurrection. And it shall come to pass that these that hath faith in me shall not taste of death...It shall come to pass that he that hath faith in me to be healed, and is not appointed unto death, shall be healed. He who hath faith to see shall see. He who hath faith to hear shall hear. The lame who hath faith to leap shall leap. And they who have not faith to do these things, but believe in me, have power to become my sons; and insomuch as they break not my laws thou shalt bear their infirmities. Thou shalt stand in the place of thy stewardship. Thou shalt ask, and my scriptures shall be given...Then ye shall teach them unto all men; for they shall be taught unto all nations, kindreds, tongues and people...Lift up your hearts and rejoice for unto you the kingdom...[has] been given."

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