And how should we explain the fact that, whereas martyrs like Stephen face death with joy, and even Socrates, the pagan philosopher, drank his hemlock and died without a tremor, Jesus, the perfect servant of God, who had never before showed the least fear of man or pain or loss, manifested in Gethsemane what looked like blue funk, and on the cross declared himself God-forsaken? “Never man feared death like this man,” commented Luther. Why? What did it mean?
J. I. Packer, “The Heart of the Gospel,” In My Place Condemned He Stood, Crossway (2007), pg. 45.