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Groaning, sweating, bleeding,
and painfully yielding up his life!
Spurgeon, "Christ the Glory of His People"
Oh! if your eyes are but once favored to
gaze upon him, and your heads but once
permitted to lean upon his loving bosom,
you shall never see anything so glorious
as the person of the Beloved.
Brethren, the moon is a blot, and the
sun a burnt out coal, compared with the
glory of our Immanuel.
It is impossible to exaggerate his glory.
Christ is too lovely for us ever to say a
word that shall approach half way to the
fullness of his unspeakable excellence
and boundless worth!
All over glorious is our precious Lord!
He is a miracle of love,
the astonishment of earth,
the marvel of heaven,
the all in all of our souls!
But if there be a place where, above all others,
we would kiss his feet and wash them with our
tears, and love him best of all, it is Calvary's
cross. How our hearts burn when we think of
his bearing the load of guilt for us--
Groaning, sweating, bleeding,
and painfully yielding up his life!
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