pon his tender spirit. His strength fails. Low he
lies on the cold earth, and the drops from his pale and agonized
features, like the clammy sweat of death--no, "like drops of
blood"--fall to the ground.

But the agony of his spirit does not perturb the submission of his soul,
nor shake the steadfastness of his purpose. The furious mob arrive, and he
calmly yields himself to their disposal. See him in the judgment-hall
--meek under insults, forgiving under buffetings and abuse, submissive
and quiet under the agonizing scourge. Then behold him, as faint from
his gashes and his pains, and sinking under a heavy cross, he slowly
moves towards Calvary. Look on, if your eyes can bear the sight. The
rough spikes are driven through his feet and his hands--the cross is
erected--the Lord of glory hangs between two thieves:--there, his torn,
bleeding, writhing and excruciated body is to wear out its vitality in
protracted agony. But all this suffering was as a drop in his cup of
anguish. O the deep--fathomless, untold agony of his soul, when under
the hidings of his Father's face he exclaimed, "My God, my God, why hast
thou forsaken me!"

All this suffering and agony the Infinite Son of God endured, that we
might be saved. He had a vivid and perfect view of all this, and yet
voluntarily assumed it that we might live.

In view of such an example, what shall we say? If the Lord of glory
shrunk not from ignominy and scorn, untold agony, exquisite torture and
the most cruel death, can any one possess much of his spirit, and yet
consider it too much to forego some of the comforts and delights of this
fleeting life, and to labor and toil with perseverance and self-denial
on a foreign shore, to instruct the destitute and the dying--to
enlighten the millions and hundreds of millions of heathen, who have
never heard the precious name of Jesus, and are entirely ignorant of the
consolations of his grace? Is it too much, even to expose one's self to
an early grave in a sultry clime, if necessary, that some ray of hope
may break in upon the gloom of the benighted and perishing nations? God
be praised, that the prospect of death did not daunt the spirit of the
self-denying Jesus!

O, how has a feeling of shame and deep humiliation come over my spirit,
as I have heard the objection, that "Missionaries and missionaries'
wives especially go forth to die!" Thanks to the continued grace of God,
that some of this spirit of Jesus--the self-sacrifi