(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
I don’t really remember this hymn, but singing through it certainly shows a lot of words to try and comprehend the depth of their meaning.
Immortal Love — forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!
We may not climb the heav’nly 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 wole again.
Thru 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!