Who knows the feelings of Jesus when he was agonizing in the garden of Gethsemane.
Who knows the feelings of Jesus but a Jesus, when he hung upon the cross saying, "Father, forgive them, they know not what they do." 'Tis easy for a mother to love her infant, but to love our enemies is more than all burnt sacrifices. Try it.
Again, who can know the heartrending feelings of the author, when he reviews the ten years of his asylum life, and thinks of the poor he left in bonds, and exclaims, help, Lord, for the godly man ceaseth.
Help me to watch and pray,
And on Thyself rely,
Assured if I my trust betray
I shall forever die.
Arm me with zealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare,