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I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers in a pure conscience, how unceasing is my remembrance of thee in my supplications, night and day longing to see thee, remembering thy tears, that I may be filled with [a]joy; having been reminded of the unfeigned faith that is in thee; which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and, I am persuaded, in thee also. For which cause I put thee in remembrance that thou [b]stir up the gift of God, which is in thee through the laying on of my hands. For God gave us not a spirit of fearfulness; but of power and love and [c]discipline.

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  1. 2 Timothy 1:4 Or, joy in being reminded
  2. 2 Timothy 1:6 Greek stir into flame.
  3. 2 Timothy 1:7 Greek sobering.