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Picture him!
-Spurgeon, "Love's Commendation"
They have hurled him on his back;
they have driven nails through his hands and his feet;
they have lifted him up.
See!
They have dashed the cross into its place.
It is fixed.
And now behold him!
Mark his eyes, all full of tears.
Behold his head, hanging on his breast.
Ah! mark him, he seems all silently to say--
"I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;
I am brought into the dust of death."
Hear him, when he groans, "I thirst."
Above all, listen to him, while he cries,
"My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?"
My words cannot picture him; my thoughts
fail to express it.
No painter ever accomplished it, nor shall any speaker be
able to perform it.
Yet I beseech you regard the Royal Sufferer!
See him, with the eye of your faith,
hanging on the bloody tree.
Hear him cry, before he dies, "It is finished!"
You that are saved, remember that he did this for you!
The blood which trickles from his hands, distills for you.
That frame which writhes in torture writhes for you.
Those knees, so weak with pain, are weak for you.
Those eyes, dripping with showers of tears, do drop for you.
Ah! think of him, behold him as the expiation of your guilt;
as the key which opens heaven for you.
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