Verse 36

but the sonne abydeth euer. Yf the sonne therfore make you fre, then are ye fre in dede.

Referenced Verses

  • Gal 5:1 : 1 Stonde fast therfore in the libertye wherwith Christ hath made vs fre, and be not wrapped agayne in the yocke off bondage.
  • Rom 8:2 : 2 For ye lawe of ye sprete (yt bryngeth life i Christ Iesu) hath made me fre fro the lawe of synne & death.
  • 2 Cor 3:17 : 17 For the LORDE is a sprete: & where the sprete of the LORDE is, there is libertye.
  • John 8:31-32 : 31 Yf ye contynue in my worde, then are ye my very disciples, 32 and ye shall knowe the trueth, and the trueth shal make you fre.
  • Zech 9:11-12 : 11 Thou also thorow the bloude of thy couenaunt: shalt let thy presoners out of the pytte, wherin is no water. 12 Turne you now to the stronge holde, ye that be in preson, & longe sore to be delyuered: And this daye I bringe the worde, that I wil rewarde the dubble agayne.
  • Luke 4:18 : 18 The sprete of the LORDE is with me, because he hath anoynted me: to preach the Gospell vnto ye poore hath he sent me: to heale the broken harted: to preach delyuerauce to the captyue, and sight to the blynde: and frely to set at liberty them that are brused:
  • Ps 119:133 : 133 Ordre my goinges after thy worde, that no wickednesse raigne in me.
  • Isa 49:24-25 : 24 Who spoyleth the giaunte of his pray? or who taketh the presoner from the mightie? 25 And therfore thus saieth the LORDE: The prisoners shalbe taken from the giaunte, and the spoyle delyuered from the violete: for I wil maynteyne thy cause agaynst thine aduersaries, and saue thy sonnes.
  • Isa 61:1 : 1 The sprete of the LORDE God is wt me, for ye LORDE hath anoynted me, & sent me, to preach good tydiges vnto the poore, yt I might bynde vp ye wounded hertes, yt I might preach delyueraunce to ye captyue, & open the preson to the that are bounde:
  • Ps 19:13 : 13 Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
  • Ps 119:32 : 32 I wil rune the waye of thy commaundementes, when thou hast comforted my herte.