We may not climb the heavenly steeps <br />To bring the Lord Christ down; <br />In vain we search the lowest deeps <br />For Him who fills Heaven's throne. <br /> <br />But to the contrite spirit yet <br />A present help is He; <br />And faith has yet its Olivet, <br />And love its Galilee. <br /> <br />The healing of His seamless dress <br />Is by our beds of pain; <br />We touch Him in life's throng and press, <br />And we are whole again. <br /> <br />Through Him the first fond prayers are said, <br />Our lips of childhood frame; <br />The last low whispers of our dead <br />Are burdened with His Name. <br /> <br />O Lord and Saviour of us all, <br />Whate'er our name or sign, <br />We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, <br />And form our lives by Thine. <br /> <br />We faintly hear, we dimly see, <br />In differing phrase we pray; <br />But, dim or clear, we own in Thee <br />The Life, the Truth, the Way.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-may-not-climb-the-heavenly-steeps/
