2 [The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord: 
Nature to make his beauties known
Must mingle colours not her own.]

3 [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.]

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.]

5 [Is he a rose?  Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields: 
Or if the lily he assume,
The vallies bless the rich perfume.]

6 [Is he a vine?  His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: 
O let a lasting union join
My soul the branch to Christ the vine: 

7 [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.]

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.]

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.]

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 thro’.]

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 Sion’s hill.]

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.]

13 [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.]

14 [Is he a temple?  I adore
Th’indwelling majesty and power;
And still to this most holy place,
Whene’er I pray, I turn my face.]

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.]

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.

17 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.]

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.

Hymn 1:147. 
The names and titles of Christ, from several scriptures.

1 [’Tis from the treasures of his word
I borrow titles for my Lord? 
Nor art, nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.