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47 Uerely, verely, I saye vnto you: he that putteth his trust in me, hath euerlastinge lyfe.
48 I am that breed of lyfe.
49 Youre fathers dyd eate Manna in the wyldernes, & are deed?
50 Thys is that breed, whych commeth downe from heauen, that a man maye eate therof, & not dye.