“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from saving Me — so far from the words of My groaning?” (Psalm 22:1) We take our stand at Calvary. The Cross is erected. Jesus, the God-man, our Substitute, our Redeemer, hangs there.
We look, and we receive assurance that truly He is . . .
bearing our curse,
drinking to the dregs our cup of wrath,
receiving into His inmost soul the sword of justice, and
suffering the extremities of anguish as the penalty for our sins.
Oh! what a sight of wonder! Views of redemption, lead to grateful love. It is far easier to count ocean’s drops, than to portray . . .
the Savior’s love,
His matchless worth,
His righteousness, and
the glories which He has purchased.
How precious is that expiating blood! Let us ponder its worth, and the marvels it has wrought until our hearts become one blaze of love, and our lips one note of praise! May our thoughts seldom wander from the Cross!
By Henry Law, “Psalms” 1878, Grace Gems, firstname.lastname@example.org.