Sermon 254. The Wounds of Jesus
Delivered on Sabbath Evening, January 30th, 1859, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
at New Park Street Chapel, Southwark.
"He shewed them his hands and his feet."-Luke 24:40.
I HAVE selected this sentence as the text, although I shall not strictly adhere to it. What was to be seen on Christ's handsand feet? We are taught that the prints of the nails were visible, and that in his side there was still the gash of the spear.For did he not say to Thomas? "Reach hither thy finger and behold my hands, and reach hither thy hand and thrust it into myside, and be not faithless, but believing." I wish to draw your attention to the ample fact, that ourLord Jesus Christ, when he rose again from the dead had in his body the marks of his passion. If he had pleased he couldreadily have removed them. He rose again from the dead, and he might have erased from his body everything which could be anindication of what he had suffered and endured before be descended into the tomb. But, no! Instead thereof, there were thepierced hands and feet, and there was the open side. What was the reason for this? There was no absolute necessity for it:it couldeasily have been dispensed with, What, then, were the reasons? I shall endeavor to enter into this subject, and I hopewe may draw some profitable instructions therefrom.
First, what influence did the exhibition of the hands and feet have upon the disciples? Secondly, why is it that Jesus Christ, now in heaven, bears with him the scars in his flesh? And, then, thirdly, is there any lesson to us in the fact that Jesus Christ still wears his wounds? I think there is.
I. First, then, OF WHAT USE WAS THE EXHIBITION OF THOSE WOUNDS TO THE DESCIPLES? I reply at once that they were infallibleproofs that he was the same person. He said, "Behold my hands and feet, that it is, I, myself." It was to establish his identity,that he was the very same Jesus whom they had followed, whom at last they had deserted, whom they had beheld afar off crucifiedand slain, and whom they had carried to the tomb in the gloom of the evening; it was the verysame Christ who was now before them, and they might know it, for there was the seal of his sufferings upon him. He wasthe same person; the hands and feet could testify to that. You know, beloved, had not some such evidence been visible uponour Saviour, it is probable that his disciples would have been unbelieving enough to doubt the identity of his person. Haveyou never seen men changed, extremely changed in their external appearance. I have known a man, perhaps, five or six yearsago; hehas passed through a world of suffering and pain, and when I hare seen him again, l have declared, "I should not haveknown you if I had met you in the street." Now, when the disciples parted with Jesus it was at the Lord's Supper. They thenwalked with him into the garden. There did the Saviour sweat, "as it were great drops of blood." Do you not imagine that sucha wrestling, such a bloody sweat as that, must have had some effect upon his visage. It had surely had enough to mar it before.Butnow the ploughshares of grief were sharpened, and anguish made deep furrows upon him. There must have been lines of griefupon his brow, deeper than they had ever seen before. This would have produced a change great enough to make them forget hiscountenance. Nor was this all. You know he had to undergo the flagellation at the pillar of the Praetorium, and then to die.Can you imagine that a man could pass through the process of death, through such astonishing agony as that which the Saviourendured, and yet that there should be no change in his visible appearance? I can conceive that in passing through sucha furnace as this, the very lineaments of Christ's face would seem to have been melted, and would have need to be restruckere the disciples could discern that he was the same.
Besides that? when Jesus rose, he rose, you know, as he now sits in heaven. His body was flesh and bone, but, nevertheless,it had miraculous powers; it was capable of entering into a room without the ordinary modes of access. We find our Saviourstanding in the midst of his disciples, the doors being shut. I believe that Jesus had a body such as we are to have in thenext world. Jesus Christ was not a phantom or spectra. His body was not a spirit; it was a real body. Andso in heaven imagine not that we are to be spirits. We are to be spirits until the great resurrection day; but, then, our spirit is afterwards to receive a spiritual body; it is to be clothed upon; it is not for ever to be a naked, bodilessspirit. That body will be to all intents and purposes the same body which shall be laid in the tomb. It is sown in dishonor, and the same it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness, and the same it is raised in power.Mark, Jesus was flesh still! All flesh is not the same flesh: all bodies have not the same qualities. So our Saviour'sflesh was flesh that could not suffer,-flesh that had extraordinary powers about it,-flesh however, that could eat, althoughit was under no necessity to do so. And such may be the body, the glorified body, which shall be given to us when we shallrise at the first resurrection, and shall be made like unto our head. But, now, think! If Christ had to undergo in hiscountenance those matchless transformations, that must have been, first of all, connected with his bloody sweat, then,with his agony, and after that, with the transforming, or, if I may use such a word, the transmutation of his body into aspiritual body, can you not conceive that his likeness would be changed, that the disciples would scarcely know him if therehad not been some deeply graven marks whereby they would be able to discover him? The disciples looked upon the very face,but, eventhen they doubted. There was a majesty about him which most of them had not seen. Peter, James, and John, had seen himtransfigured, when his garments were whiter than any fuller could make them; but the rest of the disciples had only seen himas a man of sorrows; they had not seen him as the glorious Lord, and, therefore, they would be apt to doubt whether he wasthe same. But these nail-prints, this pierced side, these were marks which they could not dispute, which unbelief itself couldnotdoubt. And they all were convinced and confessed that he was the Lord; and even faithless Thomas, was constrained to cry," My Lord and my God!"
II. Let us turn to tile second question: Why SHOULD CHRIST WEAR THESE WOUNDS IN HEAVEN AND OF WHAT AVAIL ARE THEY? Let megive you some thoughts upon the matter.
I can conceive, first, that the wounds of Christ in heaven will be a theme of eternal wonder to the angels. An old writerrepresents the angels as saying, "Oh, Lord of glory, what are these wounds in thy hand?" They had seen him depart from heaven,and they had gone with him as far as they might go, singing, 'Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth.'" Some of themhad watched him through his pilgrimage, for "he was seen of angels." But when he returned, I doubt notthat they crowded round him, bowed before him in adoration, and then put the holy question, "What are these wounds inthy hand?" At any rate they were enabled to behold for themselves in heaven the man who suffered, and they could see the woundswhich were produced in his body by his sufferings; and I can readily imagine that this would cause them to lift their songshigher, would prolong their shouts of triumph, and would cause them to adore him with a rapture of wonderment, such as theyhadnever felt before. And I doubt not that every time they look upon his hands, and behold the crucified man exalted by hisFather's side, they are afresh wrapt in wonder, and again they strike their harps with more joyous lingers at the thoughtof what be must have suffered who thus bears the sears of his hard-fought battles.
Again, Christ wears these sears in his body in heaven as his ornaments. The wounds of Christ are his glories, they are hisjewels and his precious things. To the eye of the believer Christ is never so glorious, never so passing fair, as when wecan say of him, "My beloved is white and ruddy," white with innocence, and ruddy with his own blood. He never seems so beautifula' when he can see him as the rose and the lily; as the lily, matchless purity, and as the rose,crimsoned with his own gore. We may talk of Christ in his beauty, in divers places raising the dead and stilling the tempest,but oh! there never was such a matchless Christ as he that did hang upon the cross. There I behold all his beauties, all hisattributes developed, all his love drawn out, all his character expressed in letters so legible, that even my poor stammeringheart call read those lines and speak them out again, as I see them written in crimson upon the bloody tree. Beloved,these are to Jesus what they are to us; they are his ornaments, his royal jewels, his fair array. He does not care forthe splendor and pomp of kings. The thorny crown is his diadem-a diadem such as no monarch ever wore. It is true that he bearsnot now the scepter of reed, but there is a glory in it that there never flashed from scepter of gold. It is true he is notnow buffeted and spit upon: his face is not now marred more than that of any other man by grief and sorrow, for he is glorifiedand full of blessedness; but he never seems so lovely as when we see him buffeted of men for our sakes, enduring all mannerof grief, bearing our iniquities, and carrying our sorrows. Jesus Christ finds such beauties in his wounds that he win notrenounce them, he will wear the court dress in which he wooed our souls, and he will wear the royal purple of his atonementthroughout eternity.
Nor are these only the ornaments of Christ: they are his trophies-the trophies of his love. Have you never seen a soldier with a gash across his forehead or in his cheek? Why every soldierwill tell you the wound in battle is no disfigurement-it is his honor. "If" said he, "I received a wound when I was retreating,a wound in the back, that were to my disgrace, If I have received a wound in a victory, then it is an honorable thing to bewounded." Now, JesusChrist has scars of honor in his flesh and glory in his eyes He has other trophies He has divided the spoil with the strong:he has taken the captive away from his tyrant master; he has redeemed for himself a host that no man can number, who are allthe trophies of his victories: but these scars, these are the memorials of the fight, and these the trophies, too.
For do you not know it was from the side of Jesus that Death sucked its death. Jesus did hang upon the cross, and Death thoughtto get the victory. Aye, but in its victory it destroyed itself. There are three things in Christ that Death never met withbefore, all of which are fatal to it. There was in Christ innocence. Now; as long as man was innocent, he could not die. Adam lived as long as he was innocent. Now Christ was about to die; butDeath sucked in innocentblood; he sucked in his own poison and he died. Again, blessedness is that which takes away the sting of death. Now Christ, even when he was dying, was "God over all, blessed for ever." Allthat Death had ever killed before was under the curse; but this man was never by nature under the curse, because for our sakeshe was not born into this world a cursed man. He was the seed of woman it is true, but still not of carnal generation. Hedid come under the curse when he took upon himselfour sins, but not for his own sins. He was in himself blessed. Death sucked in blessed blood: he had never done that before-allothers have been under the curse-and that slew Death. It was innocence combined with blessedness that was the destructionof Death. Yet another thing. Death had never met before with any man who had life in himself. But when Death drank Christ's blood it drank life. For his blood is the life of the soul, and is the seed of life eternal.Wheresoever it goeth,doth it not give life to the dead? And Death, finding that it had drunk into its own veins life in the form of Jesus'blood gave up the ghost; and Death itself is dead, for Christ hath destroyed it, by the sacrifice of himself; he hath putit away; he hath said, "Oh death, where is thy sting? oh grave, where is thy victory?" But now, since it was from these verywounds that Death sucked in its own death, and that hell was destroyed; since these were the only weapons of a weaponlessRedeemer, hewears and bears them as his trophies in heaven. David laid up Goliath's sword before the Lord for ever. Jesus lays uphis wounds before the Lord, for his wounds were his weapons, and this is why he wears them still.
I was thinking while coming here of Jesus Christ in heaven with his wounds, and another thought struck me. Another reasonwhy Jesus wears his wounds is, that when he intercedes he may employ them as powerful advocates. When he rises up to prayfor his people, he needs not speak a word; he lifts his hands before his Father's face; he makes bare his side, and pointsto his feet. These are the orators with which he pleads with God-these wounds. Oh, he must prevail. Do younot see that Christ without his wounds, in heaven might be potent enough. but there would not be that glorious simplicityof intercession which now you see. He has nothing to do but to shew his hands. Him the Father heareth always. His blood criethand is heard, His wounds plead and prevail.
Let us think again. Jesus Christ appears in heaven as the wounded one, this shews again that he has not laid aside his priesthood.You know how Watts paraphrases the idea He says,
"Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears his priesthood still."
If the wounds had been removed we might have forgotten that there was a sacrifice; and, mayhap, next we might have forgottenthat there was a priest. But the wounds are there: then there is a sacrifice, and there is a priest also, for he who is woundedis both himself, the sacrifice and the priest. The priesthood of Melchisedec is a glorious subject. He who reads that withthe eye of faith, and is blessed with the Spirit, will find much cause for joy when he contrasts thepriesthood of Christ with that of Aaron. The priesthood of Aaron began, and it finished; but the priesthood of Melchisedechad no beginning, and it had no end. He was, we are told, "Without beginning of days, and without end of years;" without father,without mother, without descent. Such is the priesthood of Christ' It shall never end. He himself is without beginning, andhis priesthood is without end. When the last ransomed soul is brought in. when there shall be no more prayers to offer,Christ shall still be a priest. Though he has no sacrifice now to slay, for he is the sacrifice himself, "once for all,"yet still he is a priest, and when all his people as the result of that sacrifice shall be assembled around his glorious throne,he shall still be the priest. "For thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec." I take it that this is a furtherreason why he still bears his wounds in heaven.
There is another and a terrible reason why Christ wears his wounds still. It is this. Christ is coming to judge the world.Christ has with himself to-day the accusers of his enemies. Every time that Christ lifts his hands to heaven, the men thathate him, or despise him, are accused. The Jewish nation is brought in guilty every day. The cry is remembered, "His bloodbe on us and on our children;" and the sin of casting Christ away, and rejecting him, is brought before themind of the Most High. And when Christ shall come a second time to judge the world in righteousness, seated on the greatwhite throne, that hand of his shall be the terror of the universe." They shall look on him whom they have pierced," and theyshall mourn for their sins. They would not mourn with hopeful penitence in time, they shall mourn with sorrowful remorse throughouteternity. When the multitude are gathered together, when in the valley of Jehoshaphat Christ shall judge the nations,what need he to summon accusers? His own wounds are his witnesses. Why need he to summon any to convict men of sin? Hisown side bears their handiwork. Ye murderers, did you not do this? Ye sons of an evil generation did ye not pierce the Saviour?Did ye not nail him to the tree? Behold these holes in my hand, and this stab in my side; these are swift witnesses againstyou to condemn you I There is a terrible side, then to this question. A crucified Christ with his wounds still open will beaterrible sight for an assembled universe. "Well," but says one of my congregation "What is that to us? We have not crucifiedthe Saviour." No but let me assure You that his blood shall be on you. If ye die unbelievers his blood shall be required atyour hand. The death of Christ was wrought by the hand of manhood, of all and entire manhood. Others did it for you, and thoughyou gave no consent verbally, yet you do assent in your heart every day. As long as you hate Christ you give an assent tohis death. As long as you reject his sacrifice, and despise his love, you give evidence in your hearts that you wouldhave crucified the Lord of glory had you been there. Nay, and you do yourself, so fares you can, crucify him afresh and puthim to an open shame. When you laugh at his people, when you despise his word, and mock at his ordinances, you are drivingnails into his hands, and thrusting the spear into his side; therefore those open hands and that pierced side shall be witnessesagainst you, even against you, if ye die rejecting him, and enter into eternity enemies to Christ by wicked works.
I think I have thus supplied severe excellent reasons. But now there is one more which I shall offer to your considerationbefore I come to the lesson which you shall learn. Christ v, ears those marks in his hands that, as believers, you may neverforget that he has died. We shall need, perhaps, nothing to refresh our memories in heaven. but still' even if we should,we have it here. When we shall have been in heaven many a thousand years we shall still have the death ofChrist before us, we shall see him reigning. But can you not conceive that the presence of the wounded Christ will oftenstir up the holy hearts of the celestial beings to a fresh outpouring of their grateful songs? They begin the song thus, "Untohim that liveth." Jesus looks upon them and shows his hand and they add, "and was dead, and is alive for evermore, and haththe keys of hell and death." They would not forget that he died; but certainly that part of the song where it said, "and wasdead," will have all the more sweetness, because there he sits with the very marks of his passion-with the nail-printsof his crucifixion. If we shall be in heaven at all constituted as we are on earth, we shall need some visible token to keepus continually in remembrance. Here, you know, the most spiritual saint needs the bread and wine-sweet emblems of the Saviour's body. There we shall have nothing to do with emblems, for we shall have the sight of him. And I say,if we be in heaven anything like what we are here, I can imagine that the presence of Jesus may be highly beneficial,may be gloriously precious to the saints in reviving their love continually, and causing their hearts, which are like fountainsof love, to bubble up afresh, and send out again the living water of gratitude and thanksgiving. At any rate, I know thisthought is very delightful to me, that I shall see the man that did hang on Calvary's cross, and that I shall see him as hedidinane there. I delight to see my Saviour in all the glories of his Father, but I long to go back and see him as he was,as well as he is. I think I should sometimes envy Peter and the rest of them that they should have seen him crucified. Yes,I should say, I see him glorified, but you saw the most marvellous sight. To see a God is an every-day sight with glorifiedbeings, but to see a God covered with his blood, this is an extraordinary thing. To see Christ glorified, that we may seeeach day,but to have seen him on that special occasion, made obedient unto death, even to the death of the cross, that was an extraordinarysight which even angels themselves could see but once. You and I cannot see that. But those wounds are there still manifestand visible, and we shall be delighted with the rapturous sight of the Lord in glory, with his wounds still fresh upon him.May the Lord grant that we may all be there to see it. May we refresh ourselves with that glorious sight. I can say thatI would part with all the joys of sense to view his face Everything that is good on earth I would give away without awish, without one single lingering thought, if I might but behold his face, and lie in his bosom, and see the dear piercedhands and the wide-open side. We must wait his pleasure. A few more rolling suns shall do it. The moon shall rise and wanefor us a few more times, and then
"We shall see his face, and never, never sin
But from tile rivers of his grace, drink endless pleasures in."
III. This brings me now to the third point. WHAT DOES CHRIST MEAN BY SHOWING TO US HIS HANDS AND FEET? He means this thatsuffering is absolutely necessary. Christ is the head, and his people are the members. If suffering could have been avoided,surely our glorious Head ought to have escaped; but inasmuch as he shows us his wounds, it is to tell us, that we shall havewounds too. Innocence ought to escape suffering. Did not Pilate mean as much when be said, "I find nofault in him, therefore let him go?" But innocence did not escape suffering. Even the captain of our salvation must bemade perfect through suffering; therefore, we who are guilty, we who are far from being perfect, must not wonder that we haveto be wounded too. Shall the head be crowned with thorns, and do you imagine that the other members of the body are to berocked upon the dainty lap of ease? Must Jesus Christ swim through seas of his own blood to win the crown, and are you andI to walkto heaven dryshod in silver slippers? No, the wounds of Christ are to teach us that suffering is necessary. In fact, thatdoctrine was taught upon Mount Calvary. There are only three sorts of men that have ever lived-a good man, a bad man, andthe God-man. Now, on Calvary's cross, I see three characters, I see the thief, the representative of the bad. I see the penitentthief, the representative of the righteous, and I see the God-man in the midst. All three must suffer. Do not imagine, foramoment, that wicked men get through this world without suffering. Oh, no. The path to hell is very rough, though it seemssmooth. When men will damn themselves, they will not find it a very pleasurable task. The cutting the throat of one's soulis not such a pleasant operation. The drinking the poison of damnation is not, after all, an enviable task. The path of thesinner may seem to be happy, but it is not. It is a gilded deceit. He knows there is bitterness in his bowels, even here onearth.Even the wicked must suffer. But, mark, if any out of the world would have escaped it would be the God-man; but the God-mandid not escape. He shows us his wounds; and do you think that you shall remain unwounded? Not if you are his, at any rate.Men sometimes escape on earth; but the true-born child of God must not, and would not, if he might, for if he did, he wouldthen give himself cause to say, "I am no part of the body; if I were a part of the body, my head suffered, and so must I suffer,for I am part of his living body." That is the first lesson he teaches us, the necessity of suffering.
But next he teaches us his sympathy with us in our suffering. "There," says he, "see this hand! I am not an high priest thatcannot be touched with the feeling of your infirmities. I have suffered, too. I was tempted in all ways like as you are. Lookhere! there are the marks-there are the marks. They are not only tokens of my love, they are not only sweet forget-me-notsthat bind me to love you for ever. But besides that they are the evidence of my sympathy. I can feelfor you. Look-look-I have suffered. Have you the heart-ache? Ah, look yon here, what a heartache I had when this heart was pierced Do you suffer,even unto blood wrestling against sin? So did I. I have sympathy with you." It was this that sustained the early martyrs.One of them declared that while he was suffering he fixed his eyes on Christ; and when they were pinching his flesh draggingit off with the hot harrows, when they were putting him to agonies so extraordinary, that Icould not dare to mention them here, lest some of you should faint even under the very narrative, he said, "My soul isnot insensible but it loves." What a glorious speech was that! It loves-it loves Christ. It was not insensible, but love gaveit power to overcome suffering, a power as potent as insensibility. "For," said he, "my eyes are fixed on him that sufferedfor me, and I can suffer for him; for my soul is in his body; I have sent my heart up unto him. He is my brother, and theremyheart is. Plough my flesh, and break my bones; smash them with veer irons, I can bear it all, for Jesus suffered, andhe suffers in me now; but he sympathises with me, arid this makes me strong." Yes, beloved, lay hold on this in all timesof your agony. When you are sweating, think of his bloody so eat. When you are bruised, think of the whips that tore his flesh.And when you are aging, think of his death. And when God hides his face for a little from you, think of "My God, my God, whyhastthou forsaken me!" This is why he wears his wounds in his hands, that he may show that he sympathises with you.
Another thing. Christ wears these wounds to show that suffering is an honorable thing. To suffer for Christ is glory. Menwill say, "It is glorious to make others suffer." When Alexander rides over the necks of princes, and treads nations beneathhis feet, that is glorious. The Christian religion teaches us it is glorious to be trodden on, glorious to be crushed, gloriousto suffer. This is hard to learn. There we see it in our glorified Master. He makes his wounds hisglory, and his sufferings are part of the drapery of his regal attire in Paradise Now, then, it is an honorable thingto suffer. Oh, Christian, when you are overtaken by strange troubles, be not afraid. God is near you. It was Christ's honorto suffer, and it is yours too. The only degree that God gives to his people is the degree of "Masters in tribulation." Ifyou would be one of God's nobles you must be knighted. Men are knighted with A blow of the sword. The Lord knights us withthe swordof affliction; and when we fight hard in many a battle, he makes us barons of the kingdom of heaven, he makes us dukesand lords in the kingdom of sorrowful honor, not through honor of man, but through dishonor of man, not through joy, but throughsuffering, and grief, and agony, and death. The highest honor that God can confer upon his children is the blood-red crownof martyrdom. When I read, as I have been reading lately, the story of the catacombs of Rome, and those short but very pithyinscriptions that are written over the graves of the martyrs, I felt sometimes as it I could envy them. I do not envythem their racks, their hot irons, their being dragged at the heels of horses; but I do envy them when I see them arrayedin the blood-red robe of martyrdom. Who are they that stand nearest to the eternal throne, foremost of the saints in light?Why, the noble army of martyrs. And just as God shall give us grace to suffer for Christ, to suffer with Christ, and tosuffer as Christ, just so much does he honor us. The jewels of a Christian are his afflictions. The regalia of the kings, that Godhath made, are their troubles, their sorrows, and their griefs Let us not, therefore, shun being honored. Let us not turnaside from being exalted. Griefs exalt us, and troubles lift us.
Lastly, there is one sweet thought connected with the wounds of Christ that has charmed my soul, and made my heart run overwith delight. It is this: I have sometimes thought that if I am a part of Christ's body I am a poor wounded part; if I dobelong to that all-glorious whole, the church, which is his fullness, the fullness of him that filleth all in all, yet haveI said within me, "I am a poor maimed part, wounded, full of putrifying sores." But Christ did not leaveeven his wounds behind him, even those he took to heaven. "Not a bone of him shall be broken," and the flesh when woundedshall not be discarded,-shall not be left. He shall carry that with him to heaven, and he shall glorify even the wounded member.Is not this sweet, is not this precious to the troubled child of God? This, indeed, is a thought from which one may suck honey.Poor, weak, and wounded though I am, he will not discard me. His wounds are healed wounds, mark! they are not runningsores; and so, though we be the wounded parts of Christ, we shall be healed; though we shall seem to ourselves in lookingback upon what we were upon earth only as wounds, only parts of a wounded body, still we shall rejoice that he has healedthose wounds, and that he has not cast us away. Precious, precious truth I The whole body he will present before his Father'sface, and wounded though he be, he shall not cast his own wounds away, Let us take comfort, then, in this; let us rejoicetherein. We shall be presented at last, without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing. Mark, Christ's wounds are no spotsto him, no wrinkles, they are ornaments; and even those parts of his church on earth that despair of themselves, thinkingthemselves to be as wounds shall be no spots, no wrinkles in the complete church above, but even they shall be the ornamentsand the glory of Christ. Let us now look up by faith and see Jesus, the Wounded Jesus, sitting on his throne. Will not thishelp usto gird up our loins to "run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisherof our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the Shame, and is set down at the righthand of the throne of God."
I cannot send you away without this last remark. Poor sinner, thou art troubled on account of sin. There is a sweet thoughtfor thee. Men are afraid to go to Christ, or else they say, "My Sins are so many I cannot go to him; he will be angry withme." Do you see his hands outstretched to you to night? He is in heaven, and he still says, "Come unto me all ye that laborand are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Are you afraid to come? Then, look at his hand-look athis hand, will not that induce you? "Oh," but you say, "I cannot think that Christ can have it in his heart to remembersuch a worm as I." Look at his side, there is easy access to his heart. His side is open, and even your poor prayers may bethrust into that side, and they shall reach his heart, holy though it be. Only do thou look to his wounds, and thou shaltcertainly find peace through the blood of Jesus. There were two monks of late years in different cells in their convent. Theywerereading the Bible. One of them found Christ while reading the Scriptures, and he believed with a true evangelical faith.The other one was timid, and could scarcely think it true; the scheme of salvation seemed so great to him he could scarcelylay hold upon it. But, at last, he lay upon the point to die, and he sent for the other to come and sit by him, and to shutthe door; because if the superior had heard of that of which they were about to speak, he might have condemned them both.When themonk had sat down, the sick man began to tell how his sins lay heavy on him; the other reminded him of Jesus. "If youwould be saved, brother, you must look to Jesus who did hang upon the cross. His wounds must save." The poor man heard andhe believed. Almost immediately afterwards came in the superior, with the brethren and the priests; and they began to greasehim in extreme unction. This poor man tried to push them away; he could not bear the ceremony, and as well as he could heexpressedhis dissent. At last his lips were opened, and he said in Latin, "Tu vulnera Jesu!"-thy wounds, oh Jesus! thy wounds, oh Jesus!-clasped his hands, lifted them to heaven, fell back and died. Oh, I would thatmany a Protestant would die with these words on his lips. There was the fullness of the gospel in them. Thy wounds, oh Jesus!thy wounds; these are my refuge in my trouble. Oh sinner, may you be helped to believe in his wounds! They cannot fail; Christ'swounds must heal thosethat put their trust in him.