“There have been sights matchless and wonderful, at which we might look for years, and yet turn away and say, ‘I cannot understand this; here is a deep into which I dare not dive; my thoughts are drowned; this is a steep without a summit; I cannot climb it; it is high, I cannot attain it!’
But all these things are as nothing, compared with the incarnation of the Son of God. I do believe that the very angels have never wondered but once and that has been incessantly ever since they first beheld it.
They never cease to tell the astonishing story, and to tell it with increasing astonishment too, that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, was born of the Virgin Mary, and became a man.
Is He not rightly called Wonderful?
Infinite, and an infant–
eternal, and yet born of a woman–
Almighty, and yet hanging on a woman’s breast–
supporting the universe, and yet needing to be carried in a mother’s arms–
king of angels, and yet the reputed son of Joseph–
heir of all things, and yet the carpenter’s despised son.
Wonderful art Thou, O Jesus, and that shall be Thy name forever.”