We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steep?
To Bring The Lord Christ Down
In Vain We Search The Lowest Deeps,
For Him No Depths Can Drown.

But Warm, Sweet, Tender, Even Yet
A Present Help Is He
And Faith Has Still Its Olivet,
And Love Its Galilee.

The Healing Of His Seamless Dress
Is By Our Beds Of Pain
We Touch Him In Life’s Throng And Press,
And We Are Whole Again.

O Lord And Master Of Us All,
Whatever Our Name Or Sign,
We Own Thy Sway, We Hear Thy Call.
We Test Our Lives By Thine !