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