VII SONSHIP

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.