1 Come worship at Immanuel's feet,
See in his face what wonders meet!
Words are too feeble to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 When shall we climb those higher skies,
Where storms and tempests never rise;
Where he unveils his lovely face,
And shines and reigns the God of grace?

3 Nor earth, nor air nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace
Till we behold him, face to face.