smiled before; and his Soul felt that hor∣ror, and that darkness, which it had never felt before. So, that tho there was no Separation between the divine and humane Nature, yet he suffered Pains equal to those which we had deserv'd fo suffer in Hell for ever. God so suspended the Efficacies of his Grace, that it displayed in that hour none of its force and virtue on him. He had no Comfort from Hea∣ven, none from his Angels, none from his Friends, even in that sorrowful hour, when he needed comfort most. Like a Lyon that is hurt in the Forest, so he roared and cryed out, tho there was no despair in him; and when he was forsaken, yet there was trust and hope in those words, My God, My God. Have we been abandoned of God? He was much more so, and was deserted for a while, that we might not be so for ever. Oh! how frequently should we remem∣ber such a Saviour? How delightful should we think and speak of him, who thought nothing too much for us? We have by feeling of the Wrath of God, drank, in some measure, of the Cup whereof he drank. We justly for our Sins, He out of Love and Kindness, that he might make an Atonement and a Propitiation; and if what we have felt was so terrible, how much more dreadful was that which he endured? If the smaller drops that have put our Souls into a flame, have filled us with anguish, what tor∣ment did he undergo that was plunged, as into a Sea of Wrath? Surely such a Friend, such a Physician as he has been to us, must be ever valued. We cannot pray, but in his Name; 0