When did attorney ever endure so much for a pauper client, or
physician for the patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the child in
membranous croup, as Christ for us, and Christ for you, and Christ for
me? Shall any man or woman or child in this audience who has ever
suffered for another find it hard to understand this Christly
suffering for us? Shall those whose sympathies have been wrung in
behalf of the unfortunate have no appreciation of that one moment
which was lifted out of all the ages of eternity as most conspicuous,
when Christ gathered up all the sins of those to be redeemed under His
one arm, and all their sorrows under His other arm, and said: "I will
atone for these under my right arm, and will heal all those under my
left arm. Strike me with all thy glittering shafts, O Eternal Justice!
Roll over me with all thy surges, ye oceans of sorrow"? And the
thunderbolts struck Him from above, and the seas of trouble rolled up
from beneath, hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone,
and then and there in presence of heaven and earth and hell, yea, all
worlds witnessing, the price, the bitter price, the transcendent
price, the awful price, the glorious price, the infinite price, the
eternal price, was paid that sets us free.

That is what Paul means, that is what I mean, that is what all those
who have ever had their heart changed mean by "blood." I glory in this
religion of blood! I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color in
sacramental cup, whether it be of burnished silver set on cloth
immaculately white, or rough-hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
meeting-house of the wilderness. Now I am thrilled as I see the altars
of ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood of the slain lamb, and
Leviticus is to me not so much the Old Testament as the New. Now I see
why the destroying angel passing over Egypt in the night spared all
those houses that had blood sprinkled on their door-posts. Now I know