"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed." Isa. 53:5.
Jane had memorized this verse when she was a young girl and it became increasingly precious when she was confined to a sick bed. A friend said to her, "You suffer a lot, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, "but (pointing to her hand) there is no nail-print there. He had the nails; I have the peace."
Laying her hand on her forehead, she said "There are no thorns there. He had the thorns; I have peace."
Touching her side, she said, "There is no spear there. He had the spear; I have peace."
Through my hand no nail is driven,
On my brow no thorns are worn;
In my side there is no spear wound—
Jesus all my sins hath borne.
His the nails, relentless driven,
Mine the peace by Him procured;
For this soul with sin so burdened,
Freed in mercy—love allured.