Scripture Verse

Will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain Thee. 1 Kings 8:27


Isaac Watts

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, Book 1, 1707, num­ber 146. Char­ac­ters of Christ, bor­rowed from in­an­i­mate things in Scrip­ture.

Music: Tru­ro from Psal­mo­dia Ev­an­ge­li­ca, by Tho­mas Will­iams, 1789 (🔊 pdf nwc).


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 a 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 Sion’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 His 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 powers 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.