The cross is conspicuously and inescapably Opposed to everything I think and see, And I’m to trust and be willing; When in His mercy there’s killing? The cross was repugnant and incongruity I could not accept this, this blood-love seizing me. That mystery possessed me, though resisting unbending, God’s goodness toward some, and to others […]
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