Thou Son of the Blessed, what grace was manifested in Thy condescension. Grace brought Thee down from Heaven; Grace stripped Thee of the glory; grace made Thee poor and despised; grace made Thee bear such burdens of sin, such burdens of sorrow, such burdens of God's curse as are unspeakable, O Son of God! Grace was in all Thy tears; grace came out of Thy side with Thy blood. Grace came forth with every word of Thy sweet mouth; Grace came out where the whip smote Thee, where the thorn pricked Thee, and where the nail pierced Thee. Here is grace indeed! Grace to make angels wonder, Grace to make sinners happy. Grace to astonish devils.
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