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;
Us 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."

(From The Valley of Vision)