Richard Fuller Quote

But no sympathy reached His convulsed spirit. He was alone; alone, enduring the curse for us; alone, "bearing our sins in His own body on the tree," and exhausting the fierceness of eternal justice; alone, without succor from man; alone, without one strengthening whisper from angel; above all, alone, without one ray from His Father's countenance. And that expiring cry, "My God! My God! why hast Thou forsaken me?" was the bitter, dreary, dismal, piercing wail of a soul utterly deserted — wrapped, shrouded in essential unmitigated desolation.

P. 73. - Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)

But no sympathy reached His convulsed spirit. He was alone; alone, enduring the curse for us; alone, bearing our sins in His own body on the tree,...

But no sympathy reached His convulsed spirit. He was alone; alone, enduring the curse for us; alone, bearing our sins in His own body on the tree,...

But no sympathy reached His convulsed spirit. He was alone; alone, enduring the curse for us; alone, bearing our sins in His own body on the tree,...

But no sympathy reached His convulsed spirit. He was alone; alone, enduring the curse for us; alone, bearing our sins in His own body on the tree,...