We may not climb the heavenly steeps
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We may not climb the heavenly steepsTo bring the Saviour down;In vain we search the lowest deeps,For him no depths can drown.
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But warm, sweet, tender, even yetA present help is he;And faith has yet its Olivet,And love its Galilee.
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The healing of the seamless dressIs by our beds of pain;We touch him in life's throng and press,And we are whole again.
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Through him the first fond prayers are saidOur lips of childhood frame;The last low whispers of our deadAre burdened with his name.
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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!