For you, a vile sinner, a rebel worm!
(David Harsha, "Christ Crucified")
Ponder the amazing love exhibited in the
death of Christ. Would you see the highest
manifestation of eternal love?
Then contemplate Christ crucified. Here
is the grand exhibition of infinite love.
In the crucifixion of the glorious Redeemer, the
brightest love that ever shone on earth is displayed.
What boundless love is seen here!
The infinite love of Christ, shining in all its glory!
What but infinite love brought him from the
height of bliss, to the depths of sufferings, from
the throne of heaven to the cross of Calvary!
What but infinite love made him a
suffering man, and a dying Savior!
What but infinite love made him hasten
to Jerusalem, to suffer for sinners!
What but infinite love led him to Gethsemane,
to endure those agonies for sinners, where his
blessed form was covered with bloody sweat!
What but infinite love nailed him to the
cross, there to bleed and die for sinners!
"Greater love has no man than this, that a
man lay down his life for his friends." But oh!
the greatest wonder in the universe is, that
"while we were yet SINNERS, Christ died for us!"
Think of this, wonder at it, be amazed at it!
Christ, the glorious Son of God, dying
for you, a vile sinner, a rebel worm!
O admire that love which pitied you in your lost
condition, visited your world, and raised you
from the depths of sin and suffering, to become
an heir of eternal life, and of eternal glory!
How vast is this love! The all surpassing love of a
dying Savior! Your breadths and lengths have never
been compassed by a human thought; your depths
never fathomed by a created intelligence; your
heights never scanned by a seraph's gaze!
Stupendous love!
What a theme! the dying love of the crucified Son of God!
Well may angels desire to dwell on this mystery!
Well may saints be enraptured with this profound subject!
What heart is so obdurate as not to be melted
by its touching exhibition, or so benighted as
not to be dazzled by its glory!
How wonderful! That he who kindled up the stars
of heaven, should take upon him our nature, and
die in our room and stead!
Amazing love!
This is the wonder of wonders, the unsearchable riches of Christ!
Truly, the love of Christ passes knowledge!
Those, and those alone, who have stood by the
cross and viewed Immanuel in agonies and death,
bleeding and dying for their sins; and have felt
that healing balm applied to their diseased souls;
have seen all their sins washed away with the
blood of God, their ransom paid, and their pardon
sealed, will realize the following very appropriate
and beautiful lines:
"In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
Surely, never to my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid
For I the Lord have slain.
A second look He gave, which said,
'I freely all forgive;
This blood is for your ransom paid;
I die that you may live.'
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!
With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is filled;
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I killed." (John Newton)
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