Scripture Verse

No one has ever gone into Heaven except the One who came from Heaven—the Son of Man. John 3:13


John G. Whittier

Words: John G. Whit­ti­er, 1856. This hymn, and Im­mor­tal Love, For­ev­er Full, come from Whit­ti­er’s po­em The Mas­ter, in The Pa­no­ra­ma, and Oth­er Po­ems, 1856.

Music: Se­ren­i­ty, adapt­ed by Uz­zi­ah C. Bur­nap, 1856, from Waft, Ye Winds, by Will­iam V. Wall­ace, 1836 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William V. Wallace


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 the 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!