(12) And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent everyone his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.
What a finished picture of human misery is here drawn! when our Lord Jesus Christ was in his agony in the garden, and in that tremendous hour, which he called himself, the hour of the power of darkness, all human aid or consolation was taken from him; for he was withdrawn from his poor sleeping disciples, about a stone's cast. And in a cold night, as we are told it was so cold indeed, as to render it necessary for a fire of coals to be made in the High Priest's palace to warm the servants, Jesus's agony, was so great, that he sweat great clods of blood. Oh! thou precious bleeding Lamb of God!