#346THY PRESENCE HERE

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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.
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But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee.
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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.
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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.
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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.

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