I slew him-this right hand struck the dagger to his heart. My deeds slew Christ. Alas! I slew my best beloved; I killed him who loved me with an everlasting love. Oh eyes, why do you refuse to weep when you see Jesus' body mangled and torn? Give vent to your sorrow, Christians, for you have good reason to do so.

Sermons Delivered in Exeter Hall, Strand, During the Enlargement of New Park Street Chapel, Southmark (ed. 1855)