Lieder der Hutterischen Brüder, 117
Christ, obedient to the Father, came to be Isaac in a spiritual way. He took for himself the appearance of a man, the Word took on the woman’s seed to save the world. Then God’s anger was stilled.
Eternal Word become flesh, born of Mary, he came to suffer the bitterness of death. In this he became our example and purged us from lust and sin.
Christ became the serpent lifted in the wilderness—lifted in distress and shame for our sin, counted as wicked for us. But he was also Melchizedek, worthy, chosen of God, above all kings of the earth.
He was Aaron, dressed in pure linen, anointed with the oil of joy.
He was Joseph, the pious and favourite son, persecuted by his brothers and sold into Egypt where he became a mighty ruler in a time of famine.
Christ was Samson breaking the beams and carrying away the doors of Satan’s city. He ripped the lion apart and led captivity captive.
Like Jonah he spent three days in the deep in the belly of a whale, but he reappeared to sit at the right hand of God.
Like David he rules over the pious and brings the heathen under his control.
God chose him, like Solomon, to build his house on the earth where all should come to honour his name. Like Solomon, Christ teaches his people eternal wisdom and the house of God is filled with his glory. For Christ is the king of Zion, set on a hill, ruling over heaven and earth until all enemies be put under his feet.
Mount Zion is his Church, built on the rock of faith, led by his Spirit, and ignited with the flame of his love. Those that live in it, keeping his Word, following him, let no affliction divide them.
They praise and serve him all the days of their lives. They sit at his feet like Mary and love nothing other than him. With great anticipation they wait on the bridegroom, adorning themselves with innocence in the midst of pain.
Christ will come! He will come to judge both great and small. The wicked will fall down before him, speechless. But he will transport us into eternal pleasure and joy. Nothing will separate us from him anymore and the last vestige of pain will be driven away.
Hans Amon, -1542, Bayern, Germany, leader of Anabaptists at Schäckowitz, Moravia