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Show Our Master. Immortal love, for ever full, , For ever flowing free, ' For ever shared, for ever whole, i A never-ebbing sea! I No fable old, nor mythic lore, Nor dream of bards and seers, !No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the oblivious years. : But warm, sweet, tender, even yet J 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. Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, ; What may Thy service be? Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following Thee. Thy litanies, sweet offices Of love and gratitude; Thy sacramental liturgies, The joy of doing good. John G. Whittler. |