Here is one the best expressions in the English language of much that has already been expressed above about the incomprehensible nature of the passive obedience of the Lord Christ:

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Love Lustres at Calvary
My Father,
 
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 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 The Valley of Vision: A collection of Puritan prayers and devotions,
edited by Arthur Bennett, The Banner of Truth Trust, 1975)

In Christ,
Paul S