Behold Him in the garden, sweating great drops of blood. A solitary angel is sent from heaven to strengthen the Son of God. Follow Him on His way to the judgment hall, while He is derided, mocked, and insulted by that infuriated mob. Behold Him clothed in that old purple kingly robe. Hear the coarse jest and cruel mocking. See them place upon that noble brow the crown of thorns, and then smite Him with a reed, causing the thorns to penetrate His temples, and the blood to flow from that holy brow. Hear that murderous throng eagerly crying for the blood of the Son of God. He is delivered into their hands, and they lead the noble sufferer away, pale, weak, and fainting, to His crucifixion. He is stretched upon the wooden cross, and the nails are driven through His tender hands and feet. Behold Him hanging upon the cross those dreadful hours of agony until the angels veil their faces from the horrid scene, and the sun hides its light, refusing to behold. Think of these things, and then ask, Is the way too strait? No, no. {1T 240.2}

Se ham i haven, hvor han sveder store blodsdråber! en enkelt engel sendes fra himlen for at styrke Guds søn. Følg ham på hans vej til domhuset, hvor han bliver spottet, hånet og fornærmet af den rasende hob! (241) Se ham iført en gammel kongelig purpurkappe! Hør de grove vittigheder og den grusomme latterliggørelse! Se dem anbringe tornekronen omkring denne ædle pande og derefter slå ham ned en kæp, så tornene trænger ind i hans tindinger og blodet flyder ned over det hellige ansigt! Hør morderskaren begærligt kræve Guds Søns blod! Han overgives i deres hænder og de fører den ædle lidende, bleg, svag og afmægtig, bort til korsfæstelse. Han strækkes ud på trækorset og naglerne drives igennem de følsomme hænder og fødder. Se ham hængende på korset i disse frygtelige, kvalfulde timer, indtil englene tilhyller deres åsyn for den rædsomme scene og solen skjuler sit lys og ikke vil se. Betænk dette og spørg så: Er vejen for trang? Nej, nej!