Woe's me that it should ever be so. My God- My God- To what a sinful race do I belong. Alas, that it should treat thine infinite goodness so despitefully- That Thou shouldst be rejected at all, but especially that Thou shouldest be rejected when dressed in robes of love and arrayed in gentleness and pity is horrible to think upon. Do you mean it, O men-- Can you really mean it-- Can you deride the Lord Jesus who died for men-- For which of His works do ye stone Him, when He lived only to do good-- For which of His griefs do you refuse Him, when He died only that He might save-- -He saved others, himself he cannot save,- for He had so much love that He could spare Himself.