12. For innumerable evils have compassed me about. On every side he was beset with evils; countless woes environed the great Substitute for our sins. Our sins were innumerable, and so were his griefs. There was no escape for us from our iniquities, and there was no escape for him from the woes which we deserved. Mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up. He had no sin, but sins were laid on him, and he took them as if they were his. “He was made sin for us.” The transfer of sin to the Saviour was real, and produced in him as man the horror which forbade him to look into the face of God, bowing him down with crushing anguish and woe intolerable. O my soul, what would your sins have done for you eternally if the Friend of sinners had not condescended to take them all upon himself? “The Lord hath made to meet upon him the iniquity of us all.” They are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me. The pains of the divine penalty were beyond computing. His strength was gone, his spirits sank, he was in an agony.
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