167 (V. 250)
THE SPIRITUAL AND ETERNAL BIRTH ARE ONE
| The Spiritual Birth within my soul is one With that whereby the Father doth beget the Son. |
168 (VI. 132)
GOD'S SOLE FELICITY
| There's joy in giving birth. God's sole Felicity Is that He bringeth forth His Son eternally. |
169 (III. 175)
WHAT GOD WROUGHT FROM ETERNITY
| What was God's deed, ere Time began, Established on His ageless throne? He loved Himself, and thus He wrought The generation of His Son. |
170 (I. 201)
WHY IS GOD BORN?
| O Mystery! God's lost Himself, and therefore He, To find Himself again, would be new-born in Me. |
171 (I. 135)
WITH GOD IS ONLY HIS SON
| Man, be thou born of God! for standeth by His Throne His own begotten Son—and other standeth none. |
172 (II. 102)
THE EXTERNAL COMFORTETH ME NOT
| "Hail Mary!" so thou greetedst Her: Yet, Gabriel, what doth this avail To me, unless thou likewise come And greet me with the self-same "Hail!" |
173 (VI. 134)
TO BE BORN OF GOD IS TO BE WHOLLY GOD
| God doth engender naught but God. If He engender thee, His Son, Then thou becomest God in God, And Lord upon the Lord God's throne. |
174 (I. 17)
A CHRISTIAN IS GOD'S SON
| I also am God's Son. I sit beside His knee. His Spirit, Flesh and Blood are known to Him in me. |
175 (III. 4)
A SIGH
| When God became a man, swaddled in straw He lay— Alas, that I have never been that straw and bay! |
176 (II. 53)
THOU ONLY ART WANTING
| Could but my heart become a manger, God would then Become a Child upon the earth yet once again. |
177 (V. 9)
EVERYONE MUST BE CHRIST
| The true-born Son of God is Christ and Christ alone, Yet must each Christian be this Christ, this selfsame Son. |
178 (I. 208)
BLESSED GLUTTONY
| Too much is never good. I hate all Gluttonies— Yet wish I were as full of God as Jesus is! |
179 (VI. 236)
NAUGHT IS HIGHER THAN TO BE GOD'S SON
| God's Son is God with God, rules from the selfsame Throne: Naught standeth higher than I, if I am this same Son. |
180 (IV. 49)
THE SPLENDOUR OF CHRIST IN THIS WORLD
| The Sceptre is a reed; a branch of thorns the Crown; Nails are Regalia; a deadly Cross the Throne; The Purple Robe is blood; Bodyguard, murderers; Hangmen and the dastard crowd, the train of Courtiers; The Wine is bitter gall; the Music, mocking mirth: Such the Magnificence of our Lord God on earth. |