Love at Calvary

My Father,

Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,
Give me words that proclaim ‘Love shines at Calvary.’

There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on your Son,
made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me;

There the sword of your justice struck the man, your Son;

There your infinite attributes were magnified,
and infinite atonement was made;

There infinite 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,
crushed as an enemy
that I might be welcomed as a friend,
surrendered to hell’s worst
that I might obtain 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 Saviour 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 crown of thorns that I might have a crown of glory,
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
died that I might for ever live.

O Father, who spared not your only Son that you might spare me,

All this substitution your love designed and accomplished;

Help me to worship you with my lips and my life.

O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step carefree with delight, as I see
my enemies crushed,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell’s gates closed, heaven’s door’s open.

Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,
mighty to subdue, comfort and save.