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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 colours 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 heavenly 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 heavenly 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 power He gives ; The Saints below and Saints above Joined by His Spirit and His love.