[O Lord, our Lord] When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers — the moon and the stars you set in place — what are people that you should think about them, mere mortals that you should care for them?
"[Continuing his talk with Nicodemus, Jesus said,] "The wind blows wherever it wants. Just as you can hear the wind but can't tell where it comes from...."
"Come, my soul, think thou of this. Believing in Jesus, thou art actually and effectually cleared from guilt; thou art led out of thy prison. Thou art...."
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