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.