O Source of all Good: 
What shall I render to thee for the gift of gifts, 
   thine own dear Son, begotton, not created,
   my redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute, 
   his self-emptying incomprehensible, 
   his infinity of love beyond the heart's grasp.
Herein is wonder of wonders:
   he came below to raise me above, 
   was born like me that I might become like him.
Herein is love; 
   when I cannot rise to him he draws near on wings of grace, 
        to raise me to himself. 
Herein is power;
   when Deity and humanity were infinitely apart
   he united them in indissoluble unity, the uncreate and the created. 
Herein is wisdom;
   when I was undone, with no will to return to him, 
              and no intellect to devise recovery,
   he came, God-incarnate, to save me to the uttermost, 
        as a man to die my death, 
              to shed satisfying blood on my behalf, 
              to work out a perfect righteousness for me. 
O God, take me in spirit to the watchful shepherds, and
       enlarge my mind;
   let me hear good tidings of great joy,
       and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore, 
       my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose, 
       my eyes uplifted to a reconciled Father;
   place me with ox, ass, camel, goat, 
       to look with them upon my redeemer's face,
       and in him account myself delivered from sin;
   let me with Simeon clasp the new-born child to my heart,
       embrace him with undying faith, 
       exulting that he is mine and I am his. 
In him thou hast given me so much that heaven can give no more. 
~From The Valley of Vision: A collection of Puritan prayers and devotions
Arthur Bennett
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