Saturday, April 3, 2010

Love Lustres At Calvary

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,
   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 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 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 for ever live.
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 thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
my every step bouyant 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, might to subdue, comfort, and save."

from The Valley of Vision

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Precious Blood

"Blessed Lord Jesus,
     Before Thy cross I kneel and see
     the heinousness of my sin,
     my iniquity that caused Thee to be 'made a curse',
     the evil that excites the severity of divine wrath.
 Show me the enormity of my guilt by the
    crown of thorns,
    the pierced hands and feet,
    the bruised body,
   the dying cries.
Thy blood is the blood of incarnate God,
  its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought.
Infinite must be the evil and guilt that demands such a price.
Sin is my malady, my monster, my foe, my viper,
   born in my birth,
   alive in my life,
   strong in my character,
   dominating my faculties,
   following me as a shadow,
   intermingling with my every thought,
   my chain that holds me captive in the empire of my soul.
Sinner that I am, why should the sun give me light, 
   the air supply breath,
   the earth bear my tread,
   its fruits nourish me,
   its creatures subserve my ends?
Yet Thy compassions yearn over me,
      Thy heart hastens to my rescue,
      Thy love endured my curse,
      Thy mercy bore my deserved stripes,
      Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths of humiliaton,
           bathed in Thy blood,
           tender of conscience,
           triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation."

from The Valley of Vision