From Spurgeon's, "Man's ruin and God's remedy"

See him-- The hand that poises the world hangs on a nail.

See him-- The shoulders that supported the skies
are drooping over the cross.

Look at him-- The eyes whose glances light up the sun
are sealed in darkness.

Look at him-- The feet that trod the billows and that shaped
the spheres are nailed with rude iron to the accursed tree.

Go see his hands; they are weak, but in their
weakness they are stretched out to save you.

Come view his heart-- it is torn,
but in its cleft you may hide yourself.

Look at his eyes-- they are closing in death, but from them
comes the ray of light that shall kindle your dark spirit.