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“In every grave on earth's green sward is a tiny seed of the resurrection life of Jesus Christ, and that seed cannot perish. It will germinate when the warm south wind of Christ's return brings back the spring-tide to this cold sin-cursed earth of ours; and then they that are in their graves, and we who shall lie down in ours, will feel in our mortal bodies the power of His resurrection, and will come forth to life immortal.”

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David McMurtrie Gregg

David McMurtrie Gregg was an individual of an unknown profession who was active in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Born on April 10, 1833, he passed away on August 7, 1916. Detailed information about his life is limited. more

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