lood?

There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an off'ring far too small;
Love that transcends our highest powers
Demands our soul, our life, our all.

And then once more the heart said, How true! Marvelous sight the
Lord of Glory on that cross for me! Forsaken of God, paying the
penalty of my sins, drinking the cup of wrath, untasted by me. Such
love surely demands our soul, our life, our all. But is it so? How
often we sing these blessed truths and our lives are strangers to
them. God grant that we may live out the truth of the cross in our
lives. May the deliverance, the victory, the power of His cross be
manifested in our lives. Dead to the world and the world dead to me.

His Legacy.

BLESSED and ever precious are the words, which came from the lips of
our loving Lord, before he went to the cross. His own were gathered
around Him; before He ever comforted them and poured out His loving
heart, He manifested that love by serving them. He arose from the
supper, laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself.
What a sight the Son of God girded! "After that He poureth water
into a basin, and began to wash the disciples' feet, and to wipe
them with the towel wherewith he was girded" (John xiii:5). It was a
great symbolical action. He who stooped so low to wash the feet of
His sinful creatures is the same who declared in the Old Testament
"Thou hast made me to serve with thy sins, thou hast wearied me with
thine iniquities" (Isaiah xliii:24). The washing typifies the
service our beloved Lord renders to His saints in cleansing them
from defilement; it is "the washing of water by the Word." And thus
He continues in loving service till at last all His redeemed people
are brought home into the presence of the throne and "the sea of
glass like unto crystal" (Rev. iv:6) where no more defilement is
possible and no more washing is needed.

Many and blessed are the words, which then flowed from His lips,
after Judas had gone out into the dark night. Only He could speak
thus. Thousands upon thousands, countless multitudes have been fed
upon His gracious, comforting words and have been strengthened and
upheld. Their careful and refreshing power is undiminished. Like
Himself His Words are eternal and inexhaustible. The