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NUMBERED WITH THE TRANSGRESSORS
by Spurgeon--
Lo, he bears the transgressor's scourging!
He is tied to the whipping-post,
his back is marred and scarred;
the ploughers make deep furrows,
and the blood flows in streams.
He is numbered with transgressors, for he
bears the felon's
cross; he comes into the street bowed down with the
weight of his own gibbet, which he must carry upon his
raw and bleeding shoulders; he goes along to the place of
doom.
He comes to Calvary-- the place of a skull-
and there, hoisted upon the cross,
hanging in mid-air,
as if earth rejected him and heaven refused him shelter,
he dies the ignominious death of the cross,
and is thus numbered with transgressors.
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