They spat upon him and buffeted him, they scourged him, they mocked him, they laid the heavy cross on his bruised shoulders.

Then they nailed him up.

Ah, what pain! His lips are parched with thirst, and they mock him still in this great agony; yet with those parched lips he prays for them, 'Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.' Then a horror of great darkness fell upon him, and he felt what sinners feel when they are for ever shut out from God.

That was the last drop in the cup of bitterness.

'My God, my God!' he cries, 'why hast Thou forsaken me ?' "All this he bore for you! For you--and you never think of him; for you--and you turn your backs on him; you don't care what he has gone through for you.