TSK · Hebrews 2:13

Ioseph sayde vnto his father: They are my sonnes whiche God hath geuen me here. And he sayde: Oh bring them to me, and let me blesse them.

The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.

How excellent is thy mercy O Lord: therefore the chyldren of men shall put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy winges.

Beholde, chyldren be the inheritage of God: and the fruite of the wombe is a rewarde.

Beholde, God is my saluation, in who I wyll trust and not be afrayde: for the Lorde God is my strength and my song, he also is become my saluation.

Yet hath it pleased the Lord to smite hym with infirmitie, that when he had made his soule an offeryng for sinne, he might see long lastyng seede: and this deuice of the Lorde shall prosper in his hande.

My father which gaue them me, is greater then all: and no man is able to take them out of my fathers hande.

For though ye haue ten thousande instructours in Christ, yet haue ye not many fathers: For in Christe Iesu I haue begotten you through the Gospell.