Advent

The Manger Throne

The well-known Christmas song, What Child Is This, was written by William Chatterton Dix, an insurance company manager in Scotland in 1865. The lyrics were based upon his poem, The Manger Throne:

Like silver lamps in a distant shrine, The stars are sparkling bright The bells of the city of God ring out, For the Son of Mary is born to-night. The gloom is past and the morn at last Is coming with orient light.

Never fell melodies half so sweet As those which are filling the skies, And never a palace shone half so fair As the manger bed where our Saviour lies; No night in the year is half so dear As this which has ended our sighs.

Now a new Power has come on the earth, A match for the armies of Hell: A Child is born who shall conquer the foe, And all the spirits of wickedness quell: For Mary’s Son is the Mighty One Whom the prophets of God fortell.

The stars of heaven still shine as at first They gleamed on this wonderful night; The bells of the city of God peal out And the angels’ song still rings in the height; And love still turns where the Godhead burns Hid in flesh from fleshly sight.

Faith sees no longer the stable floor, The pavement of sapphire is there The clear light of heaven streams out to the world And the angels of God are crowding the air, And heaven and earth, through the spotless birth Are at peace on this night so fair.

I hope that your Christmas season has been worshipful and joy-filled.

eBook Deal: The Dawning of Indestructible Joy

The Kindle version of The Dawning of Indestructible Joy, the Advent devotional my family will be reading through this year, is on sale for $0.99 today.

You can also pick up the PDF for free over at the Desiring God website.

 

Update:

Looks like you can pick up the audiobook version of The Dawning of Indestructible Joy for free this month, too.

 

Why We Celebrate Advent

Timothy Paul Jones

In Advent, Christians embrace the groaning and recognize it not as hopeless whimpering over the paucity of the present moment but as expectant yearning for a divine banquet that Jesus is preparing for us even now. In Advent, the church admits, as poet R.S. Thomas has put it, that “the meaning is in the waiting.” And what we await is a final Advent that is yet to come. Just as the ancient Israelites waited for the coming of the Messiah in flesh, we await the consummation of the good news through the Messiah’s return in glory. In Advent, believers confess that the infant who drew his first ragged breath between a virgin’s knees has yet to speak his final word.



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