John Greenleaf Whittier, 1807-1892
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.
2. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
3. The healing of the seamless dress|
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
4. Through him the first fond prayers are said
5. O Lord and Master of us all,|
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine!
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