Immortal Love, forever full,
Forever
flowing free,
Forever
shared forever whole,
A
never ebbing sea!
2
We
may not climb the heavenly steeps
To
bring the Lord Christ down;
In
vain we search the lowest deeps,
For
Him no depths can drown.
3
But
warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A
present help is He;
And
faith has still it's Olivet,
And
love its Galilee.
4
The
healing of His seamless dress
Is
by our bed of pain;
We
touch Him in life’s throng and press,
And
we are whole again.
5
Through
Him the first fond prayers are said,
Our
lips of childhood frame;
The
last low whispers of our dead
Are
burdened with His name.
6
O
Lord and Master of us all:
What
e’er our name or sign
We
own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We
test our lives by Thine!