Another prayerful visit with the Puritans, from The Valley of Vision:

My Father,
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,
Supply words that proclaim “Love Lustres at Calvary.”
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son,
Made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me;
There the sword of thy justice smote the man, they fellow;
There thy infinite attributes were magnified, and infinite atonement was made;
There in finite punishment was due, and infinite punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all 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,
Athirst 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 have endless song,
Endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
Bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
Bowed his head that I might uplift mine, experienced reproach that I might received welcome,
Closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
Expired that I might for ever live.
O Father, who spared not your only Son that you might spare me,
All this transfer your love designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore you by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
My every step buoyant with delight, as I see my enemies crushed,
Satan balled, defeated, destroyed,
Sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
Hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,
Mighty to subdue, comfort and save.