Reader, look down now from this astounding glory and fix your eye on Bethlehem's manger. Babe lies in the lowly cradle of a lowly town, the offspring of a lowly mother. He, whom no infinitudes can hold, is contained within Infant's age, and Infant's form. He, who never began to be, as God, here begins to be, as man. The Lord promised it.
Prophets foretold it.
Types prefigured it. An angel announces it. Heaven rings with rapture at it. Faith sees it. The redeemed rejoice in it.