the longing for a deliverer and redeemer of himself and his race was the strongest and deepest feeling in the heart of every jewish patriot. his whole life was grounded and centred on the promise and hope of such an one. just therefore when his utterances would be most human and noble, most in sympathy with the cries and groanings of his own nation and the universe, they would all point to and centre in that deliverer and redeemer—just in so far as they were truly noble, human, and godlike, they would shadow forth his true character, the words he would speak, the acts he would do. doubtless the prophet would have before his mind any notable deliverance, and noble sufferer, or[231] deliverer of his own time; his words would refer to these. but from these he would be inevitably drawn up to the great promised deliverer and redeemer of his nation and his race, because he would see after all how incomplete the deliverance wrought by these must be, and his faith in the promise made to his fathers and to his nation—the covenant of god in which he felt himself to be included—would and could be satisfied with nothing less than a full and perfect deliverance, a redeemer who should be the head of men, the son of man, and the son of god.

men may have insisted, may still insist, on seeing all sorts of fanciful references to some special acts of his in certain words of the bible. but i must again insist that men’s fancies about the bible and christ are not the question, but what the bible itself says, what christ is. the whole book is full of him, there is no need to read him into any part of it as to which there can be any possible doubt.

holding this faith as to the scriptures, i am not anxious to defend them. i rejoice that they should be minutely examined and criticised. they will defend themselves, one and all, i believe. men may satisfy themselves—perhaps, if i have time to give to the study, they may satisfy me—that the pentateuch was the work of twenty men; that baruch wrote a part of isaiah; that david did not write the psalms, or the evangelists the gospels; that there are interpolations here and[232] there in the originals; that there are numerous and serious errors in our translation. what is all this to me? what do i care who wrote them, what is the date of them, what this or that passage ought to be? they have told me what i wanted to know. burn every copy in the world to-morrow, you don’t and can’t take that knowledge from me, or any man. i find them all good for me; so, as long as a copy is left, and i can get it, i mean to go on reading them all, and believing them all to be inspired.