Recently I've been using the audio version of the Valley of Vision, a collection of puritan prayers to listen to in the car. I'm finding it a struggle to have any form of real "quiet time" while in the house with the three kids running around, making lots of noise and demanding your attention. Driving in the car doesn't always make these things go away (well there's definitely no running around), however, most of the time I do find that the two younger kids nod off to sleep and my eldest is suitably occupied with the sites around, allowing me time to meditate on these prayers.
Love Lustres at Calvary is one such prayer that I find myself continually hitting the repeat button. It brings me back to the great truths of the gospel message and helps me focus on the Saviour and all that he has done and bought for me at Calvary. Here is an excerpt from the prayer:
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 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 live forever.
O Father, who spared not thine own Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore thee by lips and life.