To wrath, to the wrath of an infinite God without
mixture—to the very torments of hell was Christ
delivered—and that by the hand of His own
Father! Surely then, that love is fathomless,
which made the Father of mercies deliver His
only Son to such miseries for us sinners!
In giving Christ to die for poor sinners, God gave the
richest jewel in His cabinet; a mercy of the greatest
worth, and most inestimable value.
Heaven itself is not so valuable and precious as Christ
is! Ten thousand thousand worlds—as many worlds as
angels can number, would not outweigh Christ’s love,
excellency and sweetness! O what a lovely One! What
an excellent, beautiful, ravishing One—is Christ!
Put the beauty of ten thousand paradises, like the garden
of Eden, into one; put all flowers, all smells, all colors, all
tastes, all joys, all sweetness, all loveliness into one; O
what a lovely and excellent thing would that be!
And yet it should be less to that loveliest and dearest well
beloved Christ—than one drop of rain to all the seas, rivers,
lakes, and fountains of ten thousand earths!
Now, for God to bestow the mercy of mercies, the most
precious thing in heaven or earth, upon poor sinners;
and, as great, as lovely, as excellent as His Son was—what
kind of love is this!
