From a Puritan prayer:

  

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 thorned 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 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.

  

From “Love Lustres at Calvary,” in The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, ed. Arthur Bennett (Banner of Truth, 1975), 42-43.