Look! The King of misery!

From Spurgeon's sermon, "CONSOLATION IN CHRIST"

Come, see him in the garden of Gethsemane--
behold him as his heart is so full of love that he cannot
hold it in, so full of sorrow that it must find a vent.

Behold the bloody sweat as it distils from every pore of his
body, and falls in gouts of gore upon the frozen ground.

See him all red with his own blood, wrapped in a bloody mantle
of his own gore, as he is brought before Herod and Pilate and
the Sanhedrim.

See him now as they scourge him with their knotted whips, and
afresh encrimson him, as though it were not enough for him to be
dyed once in scarlet, but he must again be enwrapped in purple.

See him now that they have stripped him naked.

Behold him as they drive the nails into his hands and into his feet.

Look up and see the sorrowful image of your dolorous Lord.

O mark him, as the ruby drops stand on the thorn-crown,
and make it the blood-red diadem of the King of misery.

O see him as his bones are out of joint, and he is poured
out like water and brought into the dust of death.
Behold and see, was there ever sorrow like unto his sorrow?
All you that pass by, draw near and look upon this
'spectacle of grief'.

Behold the 'Emperor of woe' who never had an
equal or a rival in his agonies!

I am persuaded brethren, that we have only to sit
more at the Cross to be less troubled with our doubts,
and our fears, and our woes.

We have but to see his sorrows, to lose our sorrows.

We have but to see his wounds, to heal our own.

If we would live, it must be by contemplation of his death.

If we would rise to dignity it must be by considering his
humiliation and his sorrow.