The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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HYMN 146. (L. M.) Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture. |
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HYMN 146. (L. M.) Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture.
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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.
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The whole creation can affordBut some faint shadows of my Lord:
Nature to make his beauties known
Must mingle colours not her own.
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Is he compar'd 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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Is he a tree? The world receivesSalvation from his healing leaves;
That righteous branch, that fruitful bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.
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Is he a rose? Not Sharon yieldsSuch fragrancy in all her fields:
Or if the lily he assume,
The vallies bless the rich perfume.
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Is he a vine? His heavenly rootSupplies the boughs with life and fruit:
O let a lasting union join
My soul the branch to Christ the vine!
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Is he the head? Each member lives,And owns the vital powers he gives;
The saints below, and saints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.
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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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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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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 thro'.
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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.
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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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Is he design'd a corner stone,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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Is he a temple? I adoreTh'indwelling majesty and power;
And still to this most holy place,
Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.
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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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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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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.
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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.
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