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For all that is in ye worlde (as the lust of the flesshe the lust of the eyes and ye pryde of gooddes) is not of the father: but of ye worlde

They went oute from vs but they were not of vs. For yf they had bene of vs they wolde no dout have continued with vs. But that fortuned that yt myght appere that they were not of vs.

Beholde what love the father hath shewed on vs that we shuld be called the sonnes of god. For this cause the worlde knoweth you not because it knoweth not him.

Derely beloved now are we ye sonnes of God and yet it dothe not appere what we shal be. But we knowe that when it shall appere we shal be lyke him. For we shall se him as he is.

Whosover committeth synne committeth vnrighteousnes also for synne is vnrighteousnes.

He that comitteth synne is of the devill: for the devyll synneth sence the begynnynge. For this purpose appered the sonne of god to lowse the workes of the devill.

Whosoever is borne of god sinneth not: for his seed remayneth in him and he cannot sinne because he is borne of god.

For this is the tydinges that ye hearde fro the begynninge that we shuld love one another:

Herby perceave we love: that he gave his lyfe for vs: and therfore ought we also to geve oure lyves for the brethre.

for therby we knowe that we are of the veritie and can before him quiet oure hertes.

Ye beloved beleve not every sprete: but prove the spretes whether they are of God or no: for many falce Prophetes are gone out into the worlde.

Lytell chyldre ye are of God and have overcome them: for greater is he yt is in you then he that is in the worlde.

Beloved let vs love one another: for love cometh of God. And every one that loveth is borne of God and knoweth God.

He that loveth not knoweth not God: for God is love.

Herin is love not that we loved god but that he loved vs and sent his sonne to make agrement for oure sinnes.

Herin is the love perfect in vs that we shuld have trust in the daye of iudgement: For as he is even so are we in this worlde.

Ther is no feare in love but parfect love casteth out all feare for feare hath paynfulnes. He yt feareth is not parfect in love.

We love him for he loved vs fyrst.

Yf a man saye I love god and yet hate his brother he is a lyar. For how can he yt loveth not his brother whom he hath sene love god whom he hath not sene?

For all that is borne of god over commeth the worlde. And this is the victory that overcometh the worlde even oure fayth.