Rejoicing in the Incarnation of Christ, Matt. 2:10
1- My God, my Creator, the heavens did bow,
To ransom offenders, and stooped very low;
The body prepared by the Father assumes,
And on the kind errand most joyfully comes.
2- O wonder of wonders! Astonished I gaze,
To see in the manger the Ancient of Days;
And angels proclaiming the stranger forlorn,
And telling the Shepherds that Jesus is born.
3-For thousands of sinners the Lord bowed his head;
For thousands of sinners he groaned and He bled,
My spirit rejoices—the work it is done!
My soul is redeemed----and salvation is won!
4-Dear Jesus, my Savior, thy truth I embrace
Thy name and thy natures, thy Spirit and grace;
And trace the pure footsteps of Jesus, my Lord
And glory in Him whom proud sinners abhorred!
5- My God is returned to His glory on high;
When death makes a passage, to HIM then I’ll rise
To join in the song of all praise through His blood,
To the Three who are One inconceivable God.
11s. E. L. Schlict, Gadsby's Hymn Book, No. 41
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In meditating on the pure footprints of Jesus, this observation ocurred to me. The footprints of man are sometimes traced because of the fact he left something behind or was from a previous location.
The footprints of Christ are everywhere and cannot be traced. They have no starting point nor and end to them. What marvelous presence and power our Saviour has bestowed.
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