page-0162
01KJNM6GYX8DDP4WTTMDTKYD3XContent
v1
- key
- v1
- cid
bafkreicwg7jhjki7nwu76o3avdfnw6d677ranwqjzpdciatdvfoxlgkyjy- content_type
- image/jpeg
- size
- 334.8 KB (342,814 bytes)
- uploaded_at
- 2026-03-01T21:17:34.712Z
Properties
- filename
- page-0162.jpg
- height
- 1863
- mime_type
- image/jpeg
- ocr_images_extracted
- 0
- ocr_model
- mistral-ocr-latest
- ocr_source_file_key
- v1
- page_number
- 162
- source_entity_id
- 01KJNM089HGA6FSJ1R390YMRGX
- text
- 148 dimpled baby from the mother who stood nearest, saying, “Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” We do not know anything of the lives of these dear little children on whom Jesus laid His hands, and whom He blessed. We think that some of them may have been in the great crowd who thronged His pathway when He took His last journey to Jerusalem that He might “lay down His life for His sheep.” Then the children cried, “Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!” as over the palm-strewn road the King went into Jerusalem. Over the cross of His agony His enemies wrote, “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews,” writing it in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, for the whole world to read. “But before He came to the cross He had that day of triumph which the Church remembers on Palm Sunday, and then the children, in their glad young voices, shouted “Hosanna!”
- text_extracted_at
- 2026-03-01T21:18:06.983Z
- text_source
- ocr
- width
- 1125
Relationships
- derived_from01KJNM089HGA6FSJ1R390YMRGX
- has_chunkChunk 1text_chunk