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See that frightful looking gash!
Spurgeon's, "THE SAINT AND HIS SAVIOR"
We approach his sacred person, and on his FEET we see
the marks of his love cut deep by the piercing nails.
Come now, my heart!
Weep over that wound, for you made it; the soldier who
drove the nail was but your servant who did your bidding;
but the cruel act was yours. Note well his HANDS which firmly
hold you; they too have their scars; and weep at the remembrance
that these were made for you.
For you he bore the disgrace of the cross, the pain of
crucifixion. Do not turn away your eyes until THE HOLE
ON HIS SIDE has been pondered. See that frightful
looking
gash, whose depth reaches all the way to his heart.
And this, my soul, was done for you!
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