O, Lord Jesus! what hast Thou borne for me, who have so oft forgotten Thee! When I look upon the cross, I learn how great my sins, that press so heavily upon Thee, the Holy One of God. Behold, there flows His sacred blood! It falls to the ground. To think that this poor earth has drunken its Creator's blood! That blood cries to heaven with a louder voice than the blood of Abel; but it calls not for vengeance, but for grace and forgiveness. With outstretched hands Christ scatters His blood as seed, from which springs our salvation. With what pain, and yet how exultantly, must not the angels have looked upon that scene. Look thou, too, upon thy dying Lord with sorrow for His sufferings and thy sins—with joy in His rich grace and thy deliverance.

”