AMAZING GRACE: AMAZING LOVE!
“For
you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich,
yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might
become rich.”
(2 Corinthians 8:9).
In the preface to his work, “The
Glorious Mystery of the Person of Christ”, page 30 (which can be
downloaded from Google books), John Owen quotes Maxentius, with words
which we need to grasp hold of as we think of this season we call
Christmas.
It is something I've noticed missing in
the many essays and articles about the season, which regale many internet pages and publications.
As
I wrote recently, the hype about giving and getting, surrounding the commercialisation of Christmas, seems to have top billing, even among
those who claim to belong to Jesus Christ.
We do not
confound the diversity of natures, howbeit we believe not what you
affirm, that Christ was made God; but we believe that God was made
Christ. For he was not made rich when he was poor; but being
rich, he was made poor, that he might make us rich.He did not take
the form of God when he was in the form of a servant; but being in
the form of God, he took on him the form of a servant. In like
manner, he was not made the Word when he was flesh; but being the
Word, he was made flesh.
Down
from His glory
Ever
living story,
My God and Savior came,
And Jesus was His name.
Born in a manger,
To His own a stranger,
My God and Savior came,
And Jesus was His name.
Born in a manger,
To His own a stranger,
A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.
O
how I love Him! How I adore Him!
My breath, my sunshine, my all in all!
The great Creator became my Savior,
My breath, my sunshine, my all in all!
The great Creator became my Savior,
And
all God’s fulness dwelleth in Him.
What
condescension,
Bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night,
Not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender,
Laid aside His splendor,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
Bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night,
Not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender,
Laid aside His splendor,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
Without
reluctance,
Flesh
and blood His substance
He took the form of man,
Revealed the hidden plan.
O glorious myst’ry,
Sacrifice of Calv’ry,
And now I know Thou art the great “I AM.”
He took the form of man,
Revealed the hidden plan.
O glorious myst’ry,
Sacrifice of Calv’ry,
And now I know Thou art the great “I AM.”
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