gratitude & hoopla: Haste, Haste, to Bring Him Laud

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"Nothing taken for granted; everything received with gratitude; everything passed on with grace." G. K. Chesterton


Haste, Haste, to Bring Him Laud

There will probably not be a lot of blogging in the next few days, but I do want to point out some wonderful things concerning the incarnation of God, which happens to be fancy-pants talk for what we celebrate at Christmas.

Rebecca has been collecting a whole slew of "incarnation quotations" at Theologica. My favorite is this one from John Frame:
In Jesus (God the Son), God, who knows the end from the beginning (Isa. 46:10), must watch His eternal plan unfold bit by bit, moment by moment. He grows from infancy to childhood to adulthood, responding to events as they happen. One time He rejoices; another time He weeps. From day to day, from hour to hour, the changeless God endures change.
Much the same thought was rendered in poetic form in a hymn by H. R. Bramley entitled The Great God of Heaven. My favorite verse?
O wonder of wonders, which none can unfold:
The Ancient of Days is an hour or two old;
The Maker of all things is made of the earth,
Man is worshipped by angels, and God comes to birth.
By the way, I found these lyrics over at Justin Taylor's Between Two Worlds. In that same post Justin quotes Martin Luther:
If you will have joy, bend yourself down to this place. There you will find that boy given for you who is your Creator lying in a manger. I will stay with that boy as he sucks, is washed, and dies.... There is no joy but in this boy. Take him away and you face the Majesty which terrifies...

I know of no God but this one in the manger...That person lying in the manger is both man and God essentially, not separated one from the other but as born of a virgin. If you separate them, the joy is gone. O Thou boy, lying in the manger, thou art truly God who hast created me, and thou wilt not be wrathful with me because thou comest to me in this loving way- more loving cannot be imagined."
So there you have it: several perspectives on the incarnation of God. And here's one more, a few words that really have never been bettered outside of Scripture itself:
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.


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