Prayer (from the Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotion, edited by Arthur G. Bennett):
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips,
Supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres (shines) 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 the 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 lift up mine,
experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
expired that I might live forever. Amen.
Psalm: All Ye That Fear Jehovah’s Name (Psalm 22)
Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted (Isa 53:4).
This was to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah: “He took our illnesses and bore our diseases” (Matt 8:17).
But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities (Isa 53:5a).
He was delivered up for our trespasses and raised for our justification (Rom 4:25).
Upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed (Isa 53:5b).
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds we have been healed (1 Pet 2:24).
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned―every one―to his own way (Isa 53:6a).
For we were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of our souls (1 Pet 2:25).
And the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all (Isa 53:6b).
Hymn: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Words by Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153; Music by J. S. Bach)
O Father, who spared not Thine only Son that Thou might 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 buoyant with delight,
Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portals open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me
the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save.
Through Jesus Christ our Lord,
who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
one God, world without end. Amen.