Worship With Watts

Go worship at Emmanuel’s feet

A Hymn by Issac Watts

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1 Go worship at Emmanuel’s feet,

See in His face what wonders meet!

Earth is too narrow to express

His worth, His glory, or His grace.

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2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord;

Nature, to make His beauties known,

Must mingle colors not her own.

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3 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.

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4 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.

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5 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.

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6 Is He a vine? His heavenly root

Supplies the boughs with life and fruit.

O let a lasting union join

My soul to Christ the living Vine!

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7 Is He a head? Each member lives

And owns the vital power He gives;

The saints below and saints above,

Joined by His spirit and His love.

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8 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.

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9 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.

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10 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.

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11 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.

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12 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.

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13 Is He designed the cornerstone,

For men to build their heaven upon?

I’ll make Him my foundation too,

Nor fear the plots of hell below.

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14 Is He a temple? I adore

The indwelling majesty and power;

And still to His most holy place,

Whene’er I pray, I’ll turn my face.

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15 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.

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16 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.

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17 O let me climb those higher skies,

Where storms and darkness never rise!

There He displays his powers abroad,

And shines and reigns the incarnate God.

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18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,

Nor heaven His full resemblance bears;

His Beauties we can never trace,

Till we behold Him face to face.