“Immanuel.”
It is wisdom’s mystery, “God with us.”
Sages look at it and wonder. Angels desire to see it.
The plumb-line of
reason cannot reach half-way into its depths.
The eagle wings of science
cannot fly so high and
the piercing eye of the vulture of research
cannot see it!
“God with us.” It is Hell’s terror! Satan trembles at the
sound of it.
His legions fly apace, the black-winged dragon of the Pit
quails before it!
Let Satan come to you suddenly and do you but whisper
that word,
“God with us”—back he falls—confounded and confused!
Satan
trembles when he hears that name, “God with us.”
It is the laborer’s
strength—how could he preach the Gospel,
how could he bend his knees in
prayer,
how could the missionary go into foreign lands,
how could the
martyr stand at the stake,
how could the confessor acknowledge his
Master,
how could men labor if that one word were taken away?
“God with
us,” is the sufferer’s comfort, is the balm of his woe,
is the
alleviation of his misery, is the sleep which God gives to His beloved,
is their rest after exertion and toil.
Ah, and to finish, “God with us” is eternity’s
sonnet,
is Heaven’s hallelujah, is the shout of the glorified,
is the song of the redeemed, is the chorus of angels,
is the everlasting oratorio of the great orchestra of the sky!
“God with us.”
Merry Christmas!
is Heaven’s hallelujah, is the shout of the glorified,
is the song of the redeemed, is the chorus of angels,
is the everlasting oratorio of the great orchestra of the sky!
“God with us.”
Merry Christmas!
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ReplyDeleteA very merry Christmas to all you!
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