<TITLE>14. Par 151-160</TITLE>L-151 Notice, beautiful type. Here he comes, dragging the little lamb, pulling him along. I can imagine the little fellow falling, probably knew what was near, dragging his little feet. Perfect type of Christ dragging the cross, God's Lamb coming down through Jerusalem, falling, weak.
Here come the little fellow, bleating along. And when he got him up to the great rock, laid him upon the rock, taking a piece of sharp rock... I don't know, guess they had no knives in those days. Laid him like that. Took him by the back of his head, and pulled him up like this, took a kni... or the rock, and begin to chop his little throat, and the rock begin to beat through his throat. On that rock died the lamb, bleeding, bleating, blood splashing, his little arteries cut, the blood flying all over. His little white wool become bathed red then with blood. God looked down from the heaven, and said, "That's it. Now, you got it. That's the way." The blood spurting from his little veins...

L-153 What was it? Of the Son of God, nineteen hundred and something years ago this afternoon. He was led from prison. He was taken to the judgment seat, and from there, to the hall of scourging, from there, up Golgotha, pulled up the hill. Simon, the Cyrene, helping Him bear the cross. And there, died, on the Rock of Ages, with His Blood beat out of Him, His body striped. Hallelujah! Great big old gobs of mocking soldiers' spit upon His face. And He said, "If My Kingdom was of this world, I'd ask My Father; He would give me legions of Angels that would come and fight for Me. But this is not My kingdom. But Thy Kingdom come. Thine will be done." And it will be here pretty soon. "Thy kingdom come, Thine will be done." Oh, my.

L-155 When Billy Sunday said, one time, that, "In every tree set an angel," said, "He just pull your hand loose and point your finger; that's all you'll have to do. We'll settle the question down here." My, ain't it the truth.
Caiaphas looked by, and said, "He saved other; Himself He cannot save." It was the greatest compliment was ever paid Him. If He saved Hisself, He couldn't save others. So He gave His life, that He could save others. Hallelujah. Amen.
"All we like sheep have gone astray; God laid upon Him the iniquity of us all. He was led to the slaughter like a sheep; and led like a sheep, dumb, before her shearers, opened not His mouth. Yet He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity; the chastisement of our peace upon him; and with His stripes we are healed." How could you reject such matchless love? To see Him as He goes staggering up the hillside: poor, little, weak, frail body bending beneath the load.

L-158 I think of the poet when he set there that day; he caught a glimpse of it, and he wrote.
 Mid rendering rocks and darkening skies,
 My Saviour bowed His head and died;
 The opened veil revealed the way
 To Heaven's joys and endless day.
What a Saviour. Oh, my. How could we ever, how could I reject such matchless love, for One Who would do that for me and you?

L-160 I trust, tonight, my brother, sister, that you will come. God, that was God's provided way. That's the way for you. That's the only One Who can have anything to do with you. That's the One that took your place. That's the One Who stands tonight, a resurrected Redeemer, standing at the right hand of the Father, tonight; see Him begging and pleading for every sinner that's in this building to come to Him. I trust that you will. I trust that you won't let this--this Easter pass.
Dear friends, we're at the end of the road. I believe we are, with all my heart. We're down to the end of the road. May the Lord Jesus bless you. May He make you a new creature in Him, tonight, is my prayer. May He lead you. One time in the...


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