That remedy was the Cross of Christ. It is He, the sinless Jesus, who has cancelled the debt. “He died for us according to the Scriptures.” It is His pierced hand that shall blot out the record of our sins. It is in His life-blood that we are to be washed free from every stain. It is at the foot of His Cross our sins are to be buried. Christ the sinless one is the Lamb of God. He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. This is the Gospel. There is a debt against us we can never hope to pay. But God for Christ’s sake will cancel it. There are sins which crush us with their weight and burden, but God for Christ’s sake will take them all away. There are stains upon us—black and deep and foul; but the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin. Just as the snow descends from heaven and hides all the grime and filth of earth underneath its mantle until the whole surface is one pure glistening white, so God will let His mercy cover us; He will clothe us in righteousness until every stain is covered and we stand forth whiter than snow. God was in Christ reconciling the world unto Himself, not reckoning unto them their trespasses. The Cross proclaims that there is forgiveness with God. And I want to preach the free glad Gospel of the Cross to you this morning. I want to say to you sin-stricken, perishing, dying men and women, there is forgiveness with God. There is nothing which His mercy cannot do. There is no sin too great, no guilt too black for Him to pardon. A poor criminal in Scotland, as he went forth to his place of execution kept crying out, “He is a great Forgiver. He is a great Forgiver.” Yes, He is a great Forgiver! Let us men and women, ruined and undone by sin, praise God, for He is a great Forgiver. His tender mercy is ever upon us. In God’s mercy is our hope. And the Cross is the pledge of pardon which stoops to the lowest and most vile. The Cross, the Cross—the bitter, shameful Cross; the glorious, radiant Cross; our most jubilant songs arise from the Cross— E’er since by faith I saw the stream His flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.