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Worse Than the Beasts That Perish!
If he has loved us with an everlasting love, if he loved us even when we
were his enemies, and loved us so as to take upon himself our nature,
if this dear Son of God loved us so that he became man for our sakes,
and, being found in fashion as a man, humbled himself, and became
obedient unto death, even the death of the cross —
Oh! then, we must love him in return.
We would be Worse Than the Beasts That Perish
if, conscious
of such love as this, we did not feel that it melted us, and that,
being melted, our soul did not bow down in love to him alone!
Can you stand at the cross-foot, and not kiss the feet of him who
was wounded for your transgressions?
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