A passage quoted in the 17^th April, 2016 sermon by Jonathan Hamer

Charles Spurgeon

‘He humbled Himself’? Was He not on earth always stripping off first one robe of honour and then another, till, naked, He was fastened to the cross, and there did He not empty out His inmost self, pouring out His life-blood, giving up for all of us, till they laid Him penniless in a borrowed grave? How low was our dear Redeemer brought!... Stand at the foot of the cross, and count the purple drops by which you have been cleansed; see the thorn-crown; mark His scourged shoulders, still gushing with encrimsoned rills; see hands and feet given up to the rough iron, and His whole self to mockery and scorn; see the bitterness, and the pangs, and the throes of inward grief, showing themselves in His outward frame; hear the thrilling shriek, ‘My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?’ And if you do not lie prostrate on the ground before that cross, you have never seen it: if you are not humbled in the presence of Jesus, you do not know Him.

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The Prayer:

May the mind of Christ, our Savior,

Live in us from day to day,

By His love and pow’r controlling

All we do and say.

May the Word of God dwell richly

In our hearts from hour to hour,

So that all may see us triumph

Only through His pow’r.

May the peace of God my Father

Rule our lifes In everything,

That we may be calm to comfort

Sick and sorrowing.

May the love of Jesus fill us

As the waters fill the sea;

Him exalting, self abasing,

This is victory.

May we run the race before us,

Strong and brave to face the foe,

Looking only unto Jesus

As we onward go.

May His beauty rest upon us,

As we seek the lost to win,

And may they forget the channel,

Seeing only Him.