Rise and Establishment of Protestantism at Geneva - James Aitken Wylie

"O God!" he cried, "deliver my soul. Jesus, Son of
the Eternal Father, have mercy on me."
Farel has no word of solace to offer; he moves
along by the side of Servetus, half in sorrow, half
in anger; this to us looks heartless--nay, cruel; but
Farel doubtless felt that consolation he could not
offer without being insincere, and doing violence
to his own convictions. It was his uprightness that
made him look so stern, for the more earnest he
was for the true welfare of the unhappy man he
was accompanying to the stake, all the more did he
strive to bring him to place his eternal hopes, not
upon the man-God, but upon the God-man.[15]
The melancholy procession had now arrived at
Champel. The stake that rose on its summit was the
one dark object in a scene otherwise full of light
and beauty. The vast plain, which lay outspread
around the spot, wore a carpet of the richest
foliage, now beginning to be chequered with the
autumnal tints. The far-off mountains were tipped
with the first silver of winter. In the center of the
immense picture gleamed the blue Leman, a mirror
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