Lyrics
Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never ebbing sea!
Our outward lips confess the name
All other names above;
Love only knoweth whence it came,
And comprehendeth love.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
A present help is He;
And faith still has 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.
The letter fails, the systems fall,
And every symbol wanes;
The Spirit over brooding all,
Eternal love remains.
Public domain hymn text, drawn from Whittier's 1866 poem "Our Master," based on Psalm 89:1.
The Story Behind the Hymn
"Immortal Love, Forever Full" is drawn from a much longer poem by John Greenleaf Whittier, "Our Master," a work of thirty-eight stanzas first published in the periodical The Independent on November 1, 1866, and collected the following year in Whittier's The Tent on the Beach, and Other Poems. Whittier, a Quaker known widely as the "Quaker Poet," wrote from a tradition that placed great weight on the inward, direct experience of Christ over outward ceremony — a conviction that runs through nearly every stanza hymnal editors have drawn from the larger poem.
Whittier himself made no claim to skill as a hymn writer or musician, yet his verse found its way into hymnals repeatedly, editors selecting and arranging different combinations of stanzas from "Our Master" to form standalone hymns. This particular selection typically draws from stanzas near the poem's beginning and its later movement toward a description of Christ as a "present help," still met in ordinary human need rather than confined to any one place or age.
The tune commonly paired with the text, SERENITY, has its own separate history: it was composed in 1856 by the Irish composer William Vincent Wallace for an entirely different song, "Waft, Ye Winds," and only later adapted by Uzziah C. Burnap to fit Whittier's calm, unhurried lines.
The hymn's closing image — "the letter fails, the systems fall, and every symbol wanes; the Spirit over brooding all, eternal love remains" — captures the same Quaker conviction that shaped Whittier's larger poem: that doctrinal formulas and religious systems are, in the end, secondary to the love they attempt, imperfectly, to describe.
