The Mystery of the Redeemer's incarnation

***UPDATED ****
 Thought I'd add a prelude to the poem below, now that I've been reflecting on what I read, it seems appropriate to add a few thoughts that if you read it again or for the first time you may think deeper about what was written.

***THOUGHTS***
First stanza lists some amazing things, biblical events, and biblical descriptions.  Things you might think odd such as living souls arising from withered bones which reminds me of Ezekiel's vison but could also apply to the widows son raised to life by Elijah and again by Elisha.  Or the body returning to life after touching the bones of Elisha or Jairus's daughter raised by Jesus and Dorcas raised by Peter. 

But as incredible as those first stanza things may be, the second stanza describes that which is most incredible, God manifest in the flesh.

The Fifth Stanza describes the hypostatic union, that is two distinct natures in the Person of Christ.
Consider:

1) The two natures are not mingled, confused or mixed but distinct.
2) The two natures, human and divine are separate but in separably joined.
3) Two separate but inseparably natures joined in the one person Jesus Christ our Lord.

I think I best like from this poem the personification of "nothing."  Or maybe better stated, when Erskine describes man as "nothing."  I thought about that and thought of four ways we could apply this concept.

1) From Nothing God made all things.
2) Apart from Christ we can do nothing and are nothing.
3) Man himself is as nothing, and more so when compared to the God who is all.
4) The eternal Son of God took upon himself our nature, nothings that we are.

Also note, in the 8th stanza, Arian refers to an ancient but still present heresy that denys the full deity of Jesus Christ.

The Last two stanza's make for beautiful contrast.  What Man did in rebellion, what God has graciously done and for his own glory.

SO update complete, read again, or read for the first time, may it work to your spiritual profit.

Here is sweet heart music this Christmas Morning.   Read it yourself, read it again, then read it once more to a friend.

I borrowed my sweet Poem-Girl's header as fitting in our lowly state to commemorate the glorious incarnation of the most high God - how most dramatic the mystery from before creations dawn until the eternal living forever sing his song.



The Mystery of the Redeemer's incarnation, or God manifested in the flesh, 1Ti 3:16,  John 1:14

WHAT though the waters, struck with dread,
Rise up and form a pyramid?
Though floods should gush from rocks and stones,
Or living souls from wither'd bones?

To hear of an incarnate God,
Is yet more wonderful and odd;
Or to behold how God most high
Could in our nature breathe and die.

What though the bright angelic forms
Degraded were to crawling worms?
These creatures were but creatures still,
Transform'd at their Creators will.

Though creatures change a thousand ways,
It cannot such amazement raise,
Nor such a scene as this display,
Th' eternal Word a Piece of Clay. 


God-man a strange contexture fix'd,
Yet nor confused nor commix'd;
Yet still a myst'ry great and fresh,
A Spirit infinite made flesh.

What though, when nothing heard his call,
Nothing obey'd and brought forth all?
What though he nothing's brood maintain,
Or all annihilate again?

Let nothing into being pass,
Or back again to what it was?
But lo! The God of beings here,
As turn'd to nothing doth appear.

All Heavn''s astonish'd at his form,
The mighty God became a worm.
Down Arian pride to him shall bow,
He's Jesus and JEHOVAH too.

The Sum of Redemption

With haughty mind to Godhead man aspir'd,
With loving mind our manhood God desir'd:
Man was by pride from place of pleasure chas'd,
God man by love in greater pleasure plac'd.

Man seeking to ascend procur'd our fall,
God yielding to descend remov'd our thrall:
The Judge was cast, the guilty to acquit,
The Sun defac'd, to lend the shades the light.


Gospel Sonnets, ...Incarnation, Ralph Erskine, Page 257.

Merry Christmas to All and Glory to God in the Highest.

Gospel Sonnets - Chapter 1 - The Fall of Adam

The following is the first of Ralph Erskine's sonnet following the preface.  I could not go past it for days.  Reading and reading again the following words.  So much he says in so little space.  And so beautifully he says it.  And the imagination is engaged, the heart, the mind - O' God may such sublime truth possess me!

Please bear with me, my own ryhme,

Then Erskine below, Read him once, 

Read him a second time,

Do you his words and his sense divine?

What truths in these lines can your heart see?  

Federal Headship, Covenant of works, Man in his purity?

And original ability?

The Fall, Depravity, resultant inability?

Read along below and with me do you see?

SECTION I

The FALL of ADAM.

OLD Adam once a heav’n of pleasure found,

While he with perfect innocence was crown’d;

His wing’d affections to his God could move

In raptures of desire, and strains of love.

Man standing spotless, pure, and innocent,

Could well the law of works with works content;

Though then, (nor since), it could demand no less

Than personal and perfect righteousness:

These unto sinless man were easy terms,

Though now beyond the reach of wither’d arms.

The legal cov’nant then upon the field,

Perfection sought, man could perfection yield

Rich had he, and his progeny remain’d,

Had he primeval innocence maintain’d:

His life had been a rest without annoy,

A scene of bliss, a paradise of joy.

But subtle Satan, in the serpent hid,

Proposing fair the fruit that God forbid,

Man soon seduc’d by hell’s alluring art,

Did, disobedient, from the rule depart,

Devour’d the bait, and by his bold offence

Fell from his blissful state of innocence. Gen 3:1-6

Prostrate, he lost his God, his life, his crown,

From all his glory tumbled headlong down;

Plung’d in a deep abyss of sin and woe,

Where, void of heart to will, or hand to do;

For’s own relief he can’t command a thought,

The total sum of what he can is nought.

He’s able only now t’ increase his thrall;

He can destroy himself, and this is all.

But can the hellish brat Heav’n’s law fulfill,

Whose precepts high surmount his strength and skill?

Can filthy dross produce a golden beam?

Or poison’d springs a salutif’rous stream?  (life giving/health giving)

Can carnal minds, fierce enmity’s wide maw,

Be duly subject to the divine law?

Nay, now its direfull threat’nings must take place

On all the disobedient human race,

Who do by guilt Omnipotence provoke,

Obnoxious stand to his uplifted stroke.

They must engulf themselves in endless woes,

Who to the living God are deadly foes;

Who natively his holy will gainsay,

Must to his awful justice fall a prey.

In vain do mankind now expect, in vain

By legal deeds immortal life to gain:

Nay, death is threaten’d, threats must have their due

Or souls that sin must die, as God is true.   Eze 18.4 

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A New Look, and Erskine's Gospel Sonnets

In honor of my poem-writing daughter who has just given "Taste-That-Which-Is-Good" a nice new look, I'm posting a preface from what has been a very encouraging book of poem.  I began my year with this book in hand, and I hope, now, by the grace of God to end the year once again looking deep into Ralph Erskines, Gospel Sonnets.

So below the Preface:

PART I.
The Believer's Espousals:
A POEM

Upon Isaiah liv. 5. Thy Maker is thy husband.

PREFACE.

HARK, dying mortal, if the Sonnet prove
A song of living and immortal love,
'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to know.,
If life and immortality be so.
Are eyes to read, or ears to hear a trust ?
Shall both in death be cramn'd anon with dust ?
Then trifle not to.please thine ear and eye,
But read thou, hear thou, for eternity.
Pursue not shadows wing'd, but be thy chase,
The God of glory on the field of grace:
The mighty hunter's name is lost and vain,
That runs not this substantial prize to gain.
These humble lines assume no high pretence,
To please thy fancy, or allure thy sense:
But aim, if everlasting life's thy chase,
To clear thy mind, and warm thy heart through
A marriage so mysterious I proclaim, 
Betwixt two parties of such diff'rent fame,
That human tongues may blush their names to tell,
To wit, the Prince Of heav'n, the heir of hell  
But, on so vast a subject, who can find
Words fitting the conceptions of his mind ?

Or, if our language with our thought could vie,
What mortal thought can raise itself so high
When words and thoughts both fail, may faith
Ascend, by climbing up the scripture-stair
From sacred writ theses strange espousals may
Be explicated in the foll'wing way. ............

And so I add (with apology):
Now find yourself a copy of Erskine's Gospel Song,
It may you by grace aid in pursuit of the home called Long.

Ahh - follow the link I place right HERE
Soon the Sonnets may in yourself enter to your own good cheer.
Not sure if you wish to buy
A partial copy online reposes HERE  free to your eye.