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Many there are who fail to see that there can be but one lord, and that those who do not make GOD Lord of all do not make Him Lord at all.
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(J. Hudson Taylor. Separation and Service: Or Thoughts on Numbers VI, VII. London: Morgan & Scott, n.d., 47.)

 

James Hudson Taylor

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