For love of us he bled and all in torture died. It was love that bowed His fainting head. And opened his gushing side. In sympathy of love, let all the earth combine and drawn by cords so gentle prove the energy divine. In him our hearts unite nor share his griefs alone, but from his cross pursue their flight to his triumphant throne. Philip Doddridge.

Let the thoughts of a crucified Christ be never out of your mind. Let them be food and drink unto you. Let them be your sweetness and consolation, Your honey and your desire. Your reading and your meditation. Your life, death, and resurrection. Thomas Brooks.