ON CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO EGYPT.
IT behoved this Immanuel in all things to be made like unto his brethren; therefore he went down into Egypt. All he did upon earth had some use and meaning. By some facts he testified what he was doing, and by others, what he would continually do, for his people.
"Out of Egypt have I called my Son," saith the Lord. His redeemed were spiritually in Egypt, the house of bondage. They were there under the service of a cruel king, a prince. who rules in the world by usurpation till the time appointed. Grievous are the tasks, and sad are the wages, of this tyrant of souls. Jesus went down, and came up again for a sign. As the head of his people, he did this, preaching their redemption from bondage in himself. In their order and times, they come up out of Egypt too, by the strong hand of this Captain of salvation. He is great in might, and therefore not one of them faileth. The prince of the air loses his dominion over them; and though he follow them like Pharoah’s mob, and chase them all the way, he cannot hinder their course of faith, nor rob them of their Canaan in glory.
Oh marvellous love of my Savior! Was it not enough for you to take up my nature in its best estate, without submitting to a manger, to contempt, to persecution, to banishment, and all the wrongs of men? Oh how low must I be fallen, that it should be needful for you, (for, if it had not been needful, this act had been spared,) to endure poverty, wretchedness, and shame, that I might be delivered from all! I was in Egypt, and you tamest to me. Your grace preached liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that were bound. Your power performed what your love proclaimed; and you brought the prisoners from the prison, and those that sat in darkness out of the prisonhouse! Oh wonderful to tell! I, among your ransomed, have followed you in the regeneration out of this dismal Egypt, and have tasted a little of the glorious liberty of your children. Not unto me, my dear Savior, not unto me, but unto your name be all the praise. I was wallowing in the mire of Egypt, and in the mud of the Nile; I was entirely given up to the filth and pollutions of this world, and should have remained therein, till I had been sunk for ever in its woe; unless your mighty arm had worked my deliverance, and set me free. Glory to you, Jehovah-Jesus, you Savior all-divine, for mercy unmeasurable like this, for grace and glory yet before me, to which there is no end! Oh how shall I shew forth your praise for all which you have done for my soul?
"Afresh, precious, precious Jesus, I resign this body to You, for doing or suffering, for living or dying. Will You accept it? Will You use me for Your glory more than heretofore, that You may have some little return for all the benefits You have done to me? Oh, do grant this request; my heart longs for it, my spirit pleads for it; and "if You will, You can." You know the hot temptation of which I am the subject. Bring Your glory out of it, and keep me from the evil, and it shall be well." - Ruth Bryan