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Hymn 146

Go, worship at Immanuel's feet, See in his face what wonders meet! Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace.

[The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord; Nature, to make his beauties known, Must mingle colors not her own.]

[Is he compared to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.]

[Is he a tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves; That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.]

[Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields: Or if the lily he assume, The valleys bless the rich perfume.]

[Is he a vine? His heav'nly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the vine!]

[Is he the head? Each member lives, And owns the vital powers he gives; The saints below and saints above Joined by his Spirit and his love.]

[Is he a fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too.]

[Is he a fire? He'll purge my dross; But the true gold sustains no loss: Like a refiner shall he sit, And tread the refuse with his feet.]

[Is he a rock? How firm he proves! The Rock of ages never moves; Yet the sweet streams that from him flow Attend us all the desert through.]

[Is he a way? He leads to God, The path is drawn in lines of blood; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at Zion's hill.]

[Is he a door? I'll enter in Behold the pastures large and green, A paradise divinely fair; None but the sheep have freedom there.]

[Is he designed the corner-stone, For men to build their heav'n upon? I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below.]

[Is he a temple? I adore Th' indwelling majesty and power And still to this most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.]

[Is he a star? He breaks the night Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning star.]

[Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness; Nations rejoice when he appears To chase their clouds and dry their tears.

O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! There he displays his power abroad, And shines and reigns th' incarnate God.]

Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face.