SA with piano; or SA with handbells or hand chimes; arr. 1996
tune: traditional American
text: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) from The American Vocalist, Rev. ed., 1849, p. 251
Go worship at Emmanuel's feet,
See, in His Name 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 a Fountain? There I'll bathe,
And heal the plague of sin and death;
These waters all my soul renew,
And cleanse my spotted garments too.
Is He a sun? His beams are grace,
His course is joy and righteousness;
Is He a Tree? The world receives
Salvation from His healing leaves.
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 Star? He breaks the night
spreads for all the dawning light.
I know His glories from afar;
I know the bright, the Morning Star.
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.
Is He a Door? I'll enter in,
Behold the pastures large and green!
A Paradise divinely fair,
And all the saints have freedom there.
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.
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.