Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I pray thee, let me go over, and see the good land that is beyond Jordan, that goodly mountain, and Lebanon.

I am that bread of life.

The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.