“Glorious transformation! glorious translation! I seem already to behold the wondrous scene.”

— Henry Melvill

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 359.
Context: Glorious transformation! glorious translation! I seem already to behold the wondrous scene. The sea and the land have given up their dead! the quickened myriads have been judged according to their works. And now, an innumerable company, out of all nations and tribes and tongues, ascend with the Mediator towards the kingdom of His Father. Can it be that these, who were born children of earth, who were long enemies to God by wicked works, are to enter the bright scenes of paradise? Yes, He who leads them has washed them in His blood; He who leads them has sanctified them by His Spirit.

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British academic 1798–1871

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