“Good Tidings

of

Great Joy”

Christ’s Incarnation

the

Foundation of Christianity

by

C. H. Spurgeon

C.H. Spurgeon (1834–1892)

Contents

The Angels’ Song, its Opening Note

The Angels’ Song, the Added Stanza

The Angels’ Song, its Final Note

The Name of Jesus, God-given

The Name of Jesus, Prized by His People

The Name of Jesus, Common, yet Unique

The Name of Jesus, Indicates His Work

Christ’s Incarnation, at the Right Time

Christ’s Incarnation, a Quietus to Fear

Christ’s Incarnation, Joyous and Personal

Christ’s Incarnation, the Wonder of Angels

Christ’s Incarnation, the Marvel of Mortals

Emmanuel, “God with us”

“God with us,” Unparalleled Condescension

“God with us,” the Mystery of Mysteries

“God with us,” Bridging the Great Gulf

“God with us,” under all Conditions

The God-man, Christ Jesus

The God-man, a Miracle of Power and Love

All Fulness in the God-man

Christ Incarnate, His Knowledge of Sin

Christ Incarnate, the Sinner’s Only Hope

Christ Incarnate, the Pledge of Deliverance

The Incarnation, the Heart of the Gospel

The Incarnation, and our Sonship

The Incarnation, its Glory

The Wise Men and the Incarnation

The Wise Men, What they Teach us

The Incarnation, the Cause of Trouble

The Incarnation, also a Source of Joy

The Incarnation, according to Prophecy

Christ’s Poverty, our Riches

Christ’s Body Divinely Prepared

Jesus Christ, His own Herald

Jesus Christ, “Full of Grace and Truth”

Christ’s Fulness Received by His People

Room for Christ Jesus

Christ’s Two Appearings

The Angels’ Song, Its Opening Note

“GLORY to God in the highest.” The instructive lesson to be learned from this opening note of the angels’ song is, that salvation is God’s highest glory. He is glorified in every dewdrop that twinkles in the morning sunshine. He is magnified in every wood flower that blossoms in the copse, although it is born to blush unseen of man, and may seem to waste its sweetness on the forest air. God is glorified in every bird that warbles on the trees, and in every lamb that skips in the meadows. Do not the fishes in the sea praise Him? From the tiny minnow to the huge leviathan, do not all creatures that swim in the waters laud and magnify His great Name? Do not all created things extol Him? Is there aught beneath the sky, save man, that doth not glorify God? Do not the stars exalt Him, when they write His Name in golden letters upon the azure of heaven? Do not the lightnings adore Him when they flash His brightness in arrows of light piercing the midnight darkness? Do not the thunderpeals extol Him when they roll like drums in the march of the God of armies? Do not all things that He hath made, from the least even to the greatest, exalt Him?

But sing, sing, O universe, till thou hast exhausted thyself, yet thou canst not chant an anthem so sweet as the song of Incarnation! Though Creation may be a majestic organ of praise, it cannot reach the compass of the golden canticle,—Incarnation! There is more melody in Jesus in the manger than in the whole sublime ...