"...Now I saw that the grief of Christ—was the grief of my Maker; that His wounds—were the wounds of the Almighty God; and the least drop of His blood—now appeared to me more valuable than ten thousand worlds! As I had before thought His sufferings too little—they now appeared to me to be too great; and I often cried out in transports of blissful astonishment, "Lord, 'tis too much, 'tis too much; surely my soul was not worth so great a price!"
I had also such a spirit of sympathetic love to the Lord Jesus given me—that after I had left off to sorrow for myself, for some months I grieved and mourned bitterly for Him. I looked on Him whom I had pierced, and felt such sharp compunction, mixed at the same time with so much compassion, that the pain and the pleasure I experienced, are much better felt—than expressed.
Jesus Christ, and Him crucified, is now the only thing I desire to know. In that incarnate mystery are contained all the rich treasures of divine wisdom. This is the mark towards which I am still pressing forward. This is the cup of salvation, of which I wish to drink deeper and deeper. This is the knowledge in which I long to grow; and desire at the same time a daily increase in all true grace and godliness. All duties, works, ordinances, etc. are to me then only rich—when they are enriched with the blood of the Lamb, in comparison of which all things else are but chaff and husks!"
Joseph Hart, from his Spiritual Autobiography
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