Immortal Love, forever full, Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea!

We nay not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown.

But warm, so 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.

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.

O Lord and Master of us all: Whate'er our names or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine!