Hymn 372
From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
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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:
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is he;
And faith has yet its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
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.
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.