The dying cry of Jesus indicates the dignity of his nature, and the power
of life that was in him to the last. All men die of weakness—of
inability to resist death—die because they can live no longer. But this
was not the case with the Son of God. He speaks of laying down his life
as his own voluntary act;—“No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of
myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again.”
He “poured out his soul unto death”—did not wait for it to be torn from
him—did not hang languishing upon the cross, till life “ebbed out by slow
degrees;” but poured it out freely, suddenly, and unexpectedly. As soon
as the work was done for which he came into the world, he cried—“It is
finished!” “bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.” Then the sun was
darkened, the earth quaked, the rocks rent, the graves opened, and the
centurion said—“Truly, this man was the Son of God!” He cried with a
loud voice, to show that he was still unconquered by pain, mighty even
upon the cross. He bowed his head that death might seize him. He was
naturally far above the reach of death, his Divine nature being
self-existent and eternal, and his human nature entitled to immortality
by its immaculate holiness; yet “he humbled himself, and became obedient
unto death, even the death of the cross”—“He bowed his head, and gave up
the ghost.”
We may regard his last exclamation, also, as an expression of his joy, at
having accomplished the great “travail of his soul,” in the work of our
redemption. It was the work which the Father had given him, and which he
had covenanted to do. It lay heavy upon his heart; and O, how was he
straitened till it was accomplished! His “soul was exceeding sorrowful,
even unto death;” “and his sweat as it were great drops of blood, falling
down to the ground.” But upon the cross, he saw of the travail of his
soul, and was satisfied. He saw that his sacrifice was accepted, and the
object of his agony secured—that death would not be able to detain him in
the grave, nor hell to defeat the purposes of his grace—that the gates of
the eternal city would soon open to receive him as a conqueror, and
myriads of exultant angels shout him to his throne; whither he would be
followed by his redeemed, with songs of everlasting joy. He saw, and he
was satisfied; and, not waiting for the morning of the third day, but
already confident of victory, he uttered this note of triumph, and died.
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