Behold the Man – Behold the God!
A babe is cradled in a manger-bed, while wondering angels announce Christ the Lord.
A mean abode scarce shelters the young child; while a new star brings distant sages to His feet, He sleeps as weary man; He arises as the mighty God, and stills the raging storm. He sits a worn out traveller by the well, but speaks eternal life to a dead sinners soul. He weeps in human sympathy at the grave but utters the sovereign mandate, Lazarus, come forth. He moves about as the lowliest of our lowly race; but at His word, dumb sing, lame leap, blind see, deaf hear, the weeping smile, each malady departs, and homes of anguish brighten with delight. As dying worm, He hangs upon the cross; as Lord of life and glory, He snatches a poor lost one from the jaws of hell. As a weak corpse, the tomb receives Him. As conqueror of the grave, He strides forth in the strength of God. As friend, He gives last counsels to His friends; as God He mounts to heavens high throne. Thus the scripture labours to fix the deep truth, that a God Man redeems us.
O my soul, grasp tight the tidings. In face of sin and guilt and death and judgement, cry out and shout, Christ is my All, He is God; Christ is my All, for He is God in my own form. His Manhood qualifies, His Godhead gives Him power, He is perfect Saviour.
Look now upon this Gospel of God’s Grace.
(From The gospel in Exodus by Henry Law)
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