The Way, the Truth, the Life

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Following is part of a sermon once preached before the English House of Commons: "Christ is the Way; men without Him are Cains— wanderers, vagabonds. He is the Truth; men without Him are liars, like the devil of old. He is the Life; men without Him are dead in trespasses and sin. He is the Light; men without Him are in darkness, and they go they know not where. He is the Vine; men that are not in Him are withered branches, prepared for the fire. He is the Rock; men not built on Him are carried away with the flood. He is the Alpha and Omega, the first and the last, the Author and Finder, the Founder and Finisher of our salvation. He that does not have Him has neither beginning of good, nor shall have end of misery. O, blessed Jesus, how much better were it not to be, than to be without Thee! never to be born, than not to die in Thee! A thousand hells come short of this eternally to want Jesus Christ."
Thirty Pieces of Silver
Zechariah 11:12
Thirty pieces of silver,
For the Lord of Life they gave;
Only the prices of a slave:
But it was priestly value
Of the Holy One of God;
They weighed it out in the temple,
The price of the Savior's blood.
Matthew 26:15

Thirty pieces of silver,
Laid in Iscariot's hand:
Thirty pieces of silver,
And the aid of an armed band,
Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter
Brought the humbled Son of God
At midnight from the garden,
Where His sweat had been as blood.
Matthew 27:3-5

Thirty pieces of silver,
Burn on the traitor's brain;
Thirty pieces of silver,
O, it is hellish gain!
"I have sinned and betrayed the guiltless,"
He cried with a fevered breath,
And he cast them down in the temple,
And rushed to a madman's death.

It may not be for silver,
It may not be for gold,
But still by tens of thousands
Is the precious Savior sold:
Sold for a godless friendship,
Sold for a selfish aim;
Sold for a fleeting trifle,
Sold for an empty name;

Sold in the mart of science,
Sold in the seat of power;
Sold at the shrine of fortune,
Sold in pleasure's bower,
Sold where the awful bargain
None but God's eye can see;
Ponder my soul, the question,
Shall He be sold by thee?