O Father, at Calvary’s cross,
Your grace removes my burdens and heaps them on your Son,
who is made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me.
There Christ was all anguish that I might have joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
thirsty that I might drink,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might inherit glory,
entered darkness that I might have eternal light.
My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
groaned that I might sing an endless song,
endured all pain that I might receive the crown of glory,
bowed his head to lift mine up,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on His unclouded brightness,
and expired that I might forever live.
All this transfer your love designed and accomplished.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,
mighty to subdue, comfort and save. AMEN.
– Taken from “Love Lustres of Calvary,” The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers.