"If our thoughts break their bounds, and run out beyond the Church … to those without, I have no profession of faith to make about them, except that God is infinitely merciful to every soul, that no one ever has been, or ever can be, lost by surprise or trapped in his ignorance; and, as to those who may be lost, I confidently believe that our Heavenly Father threw His arms round each created spirit, and looked it full in the face with bright eyes of love, in the darkness of its mortal life, and that of its own deliberate will it would not have Him."
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Book III: "Objections Considered", Ch. 2: "The Great Mass of Believers", pp. 392–393.
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Frederick William Faber
Frederick William Faber (June 28, 1814 – September 26, 1863) was an English hymn writer and theologian.
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