By G. Campbell Morgan

      Ever day I need the Cross more . . . Every day I live this Christian life I am more and more conscious that I cannot understand the mystery of all Jesus did; yet more and more conscious that by the way of that Cross, and that Cross alone, my wounded heart is healed, my withered soul is renewed, my deformed spirit is built up, my broken manhood is remade; and every day I live I sing in my heart with new meaning,

      Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
      Let me hide myself in Thee.
      Let the water and the blood
      From Thy riven side which flowed,
      Be of sin the double cure,
      Save from guilt and make me pure.

      In speaking of the works of Jesus, Paul declares that we have "our redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses." . . . .

      Sin is not a small act. Sin is something which, once committed, cannot be undone. The broken law means a marring of the ultimate purpose. . . . Sin is never little. Oh, man, man! If you could but see your trespasses, your little sin, in all its magnified meaning, you would cry out tonight, "What must I do to be saved?"

      . . . . God never meant that you should be pleased with that word, "blood." God reckoned blood so sacred as to say, "Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed." It is not refined; it is vulgar, this shedding of blood! It shocks you, startles you, appalls you. God meant it should, and especially when you see Whose blood it is. Redeemed not with the blood of bulls and of goats--but with the precious blood of the Son of God, the dying of the pure and spotless. What happened in that dying I cannot tell. I do not know the mystery. I cannot go into that darkness. Alone He trod the winepress. Alone He bore the pain. You and I must stand outside. Oh, behold Him, the Perfect dying, the Sinless suffering! God in Christ bent to bruising! And as I see the mystery of the human blood I say: What means it, for there is no place for such dying in such pure life?

      . . . "Behold the Lamb of God, which takes away the sin of the world." "Who, His own self, bare our sins in His body upon the tree." "He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed."

      . . . The forgiveness of our trespasses can come to us only through His blood. . . God will give you perfect and full pardon now if you will trust Him, if you will take it of His grace, if instead of attempting to win it, if instead of attempting to merit it you will just come as a poor, guilty, ruined soul--for such you are--and, kneeling at the foot of the Cross, will take God's pardon through Jesus Christ, that is all (The Westminster Pulpit, Vol. VI, pp. 61-74).