The Grace of the Cross

O My Saviour,

I thank thee from the depths of my being

    for thy wondrous grace and love

    in bearing my sin in thine own body on the tree.

May thy cross be to me

        as the tree that sweetens my bitter Marahs,

        as the rod that blossoms with life and beauty,

        as the brazen serpent that calls forth the look of faith.

By thy cross crucify my every sin;

Use it to increase my intimacy with thyself;

Make it the ground of all my comfort,

            the liveliness of all my duties,

            the sum of all thy gospel promises,

            the comfort of all my afflictions,

            the vigour of my love, thankfulness, graces,

            the very essence of my religion;

And by it give me that rest without rest,

     the rest of ceaseless praise.

O My Lord and Saviour,

Thou has also appointed a cross for me to take up and carry,

    a cross before thou givest me a crown.

Thou has appointed it to be my portion,

    but self-love hates it,

    carnal reason is unreconciled to it;

    without the grace of patience I cannot bear it,

        walk with it, profit by it.

O blessed  cross, what mercies dost thou bring with thee!

Thou art only esteemed hateful by my rebel will,

    heavy because I shirk thy load.

Teach me, gracious Lord and Saviour,

    that with my cross thou sendest promised grace

    so that I may bear it patiently,

    that my cross is thy yoke which is easy,

    and thy burden which is light.

From The Valley of Vision – A collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions compiled by Arthur Bennett

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4 thoughts on “The Grace of the Cross

  1. Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see
    The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
    And from my stricken heart with tears two wonders I confess;
    The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.

    I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
    I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
    Content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,
    My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.

    The place of death where I found life!!


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