2. I sink in deep mire. In water one might swim,
but in mud all struggling is hopeless. Where there is no standing.
Everything gave way under the Sufferer; he could not get foothold for support.
Sin is as mire for its filthiness. Let our hearts feel the emotions both of contrition
and gratitude as we see in this simile the deep humiliation of our Lord. Iam come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. Our Lord was no
faint-hearted sentimentalist; his were read woes, and though he bore them
heroically, yet they were terrible even to him. His sufferings were unlike all
others in degree; the waters were such as soaked into the soul; the mire was
the mire of the abyss itself, and the floods were deep and overflowing. To us
the promise is, “the rivers shall not
overflow thee,” but no such word of consolation was vouchsafed to him. My soul, the
Well-beloved endured all this for you. Many waters could not quench his love,
neither could the floods drown it; and, because of this, you have the rich
benefit of that covenant assurance, “as I have
sworn that the waters of Noah should no more go over the earth.”
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