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, a sin for me;
there the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
there thy 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,
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 receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that i might gaze on unclouded brightness,
expired that i might forever life.
o, Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
all this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
help me to adore the 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 baffled, 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.