Many hands were raised to wound him. None would interpose to save. But the deepest stroke that pierced him was the stroke that justice gave. Ye who think of sin but lightly nor suppose the evil great, here may view its nature rightly. Here, its guilt may estimate. Mark the sacrifice appointed. See who bears the awful load. 'Tis the word, the Lord's anointed, Son of Man and Son of God. Thomas Kelly.

Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head for such a worm as I? Was it for crimes that I have done that he groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity, grace unknown, and love beyond degree.