He is despised and rejected by men,
A
Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…
Surely He has borne our griefs
And
carried away our sorrows…
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He
was crushed for our iniquities;
The
chastening for our peace fell upon Him,
And
by His stripes we are healed.
ISAIAH
53: 3,4,5
O, Jesus, You know our deepest trials,
You
bore the grief of our fallen world.
Your
Body was pierced, Your heart full of sorrow;
Our
sins fell upon You, so we can be restored.
I
am a wind-blown reed, weakened and bruised;
You'll
not break me, nor quench my flickering flame.
You
were crushed and wounded to make me new;
Jesus,
my heart overflows for Your Cross of grace.
C.A.
Taylor
Oh,
sad hearts and suffering! Anxious and weary ones! Look to
the cross of Christ. There hung your King! The King of
sorrowing souls, and more, the King of Sorrows. Ay, pain and grief,
tyranny and desertion, death and hell—He has faced them one and all, and tried
their strength, and taught them His, and conquered them right
royally. And since He hung upon that torturing cross, sorrow is
divine, godlike, as joy itself. All that mans fallen nature dreads
and despises, God honoured on the cross, and took unto Himself, and blest and
consecrated forever. And now blessed are the poor, if they are poor in heart as
well as purse; for Jesus was poor, and theirs is the kingdom of
heaven. Blessed are the hungry, if they hunger for righteousness as
well as food; for Jesus hungered, and they shall be filled. Blessed
are those who mourn, if they mourn not only for their sorrows, but for their
sins; for Jesus mourned for our sins, and on the cross He was made sin for us,
who knew no sin; and they shall be comforted. Blessed are those who
are ashamed of themselves, and hate themselves, and humble themselves before
God, for on the cross Jesus humbled Himself; and they shall be
exalted. Blessed are the forsaken and despised; did not all men
forsake Jesus in His hour of need? And why not thee, too, thou poor
deserted one? No. Every one that is perfect must be as
his Master.
CHARLES KINGSLEY
Continually
at every heart He is knocking, asking to be taken in as the supreme object of
love. "Will you have
Me," He says to the believer, "to be yours? Will you follow Me into suffering and loneliness and ask for
no reward but My smile of approval and My word of praise? Will you be content with pleasing Me,
and Me only? May I have My way with you in all things? Will you accept Me for your heavenly
Bridegroom and leave all others to cleave only unto Me?"
H.W. SMITH
God
is Enough
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