Monthly preparations for the Holy Communion by R.B

And how will you then look and cry when God passeth sentence on you, and thrusts you down to Hell to bear the punishment of your sins? this is the Lord that came to spare your lives, yet your wickedness spared not his; and how at length can you think to escape with yours?

But once again, look up my soul, and see what is become of thy nailed and crucified Lord: Ah me! he is not quite dead, look how he gasps and pants for life! Oh how his looks are changed! How pale and wan do I see his cheeks! the blood and all the spirits are quite drawn from them. Methinks he should be dead, for see how weak his neck is grown, that it is not able to support his head that lies a dying on his bleeding breast. What yet not dead! see how he shakes and stirs his dying limbs! what gasps and groans do I hear him fetch, as if his soul were struggling to get out? Hark, hark, he speaks! Oh let me catch the least breath of my dying Saviour. What saith my Lord? Hark, what dost thou not hear! What? My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? I am amazed to hear these words. How couldst thou suspect thy Fathers love? How could he be far from thee, who was one with thy self? But Oh! this is but the voice of his Manhood, and not of his Godhead. It was the voice of the dying and bleeding Man Jesus, not the voice of the God Jesus.

But once again, look up my soul, and see what is become of thy nailed and crucified Lord: Ah me! he is not quite dead, look how he gasps and pants for life! Oh how his looks are changed! How pale and wan do I see his cheeks! the blood and all the spirits are quite drawn from them. Methinks he should be dead, for see how weak his neck is grown, that it is not able to support his head that lyes a dying on his bleeding breast. What yet not dead! see how he shakes and stirs his dying limbs! what gasps and groans do I hear him fetch, as if his soul were strugling to get out? Hark, hark, he speaks! Oh let me catch the least breath of my dying Saviour. What saith my Lord? Hark, what dost thou not hear! What? My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? I am amazed to hear these words. How couldst thou suspect thy Fathers love? How could he be far from thee, who was one with thy self? But Oh! this is but the voice of his Manhood, and not of his Godhead. It was the voice of the dying and bleeding Man Jesus, not the voice of the God Jesus.