27 Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.



Ver. 27. Now is my soul troubled] Christi perturbatio nos tranquillat, et infirmitas firmat, saith Augustine.



Father, save me from this hour] As man, he naturally feared and deprecated death; such a dreadful death especially as he was to suffer. Äé áãíùóôùí óïõ ðáèçìáôùí , saith the Greek litany; by thine unknown sufferings, good Lord, deliver us. Howbeit, this was but with his sensitive will; for his rational will was ever the same with that of his Father.