James S. Anderson, 1885
Attr. to Henry Purcell (1658-1695);
Wilkin's Psalmody, 1699
John G. Whittier, 1866
Immortal Love, for ever full,
For ever flowing free,
For ever shared, for ever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!
Our outward lips confess the Name
All other names above;
Love only knoweth whence it came,
And comprehendeth love.
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 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 name or sign,
We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine.