My Father, enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my
lips to proclaim “Love shines at Calvary.”
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy
Son, made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me;
there an infinite atonement was made; there infinite
punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
cast off that I might be brought in,
beaten down as an enemy that I might be
welcomed as a friend,
stripped that I might be clothed,
wounded that I might be healed,
tormented that I might be comforted,
made a shame that I might have eternal life.
My Savior wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory diadem,
bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
closed his eyes in death that I might live forever.
O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou
might spare me, help me to adore thee by lips