“Touch Me Not,” to Mary Said

Touch Me not

to Ma­ry said

Jesus

ris­en from the dead;

For as yet I am not gone

Upward to My heav’n­ly throne;

Quit Me; bid My breth­ren know

To My God and theirs I go.

We who

Lord

Thy God­head have

Carnal pre­sence do not crave;

Faith Thee sees in Heav­en stand

Faith Thee touch­es with her hand;

We with hearts and minds arise

And we touch Thee in the skies.

Hearts and minds to Thee arise

Touching Thee ab­ove the skies;

Touching Thee when of­fer­ing there

Incense of pre­vail­ing pray­er;

Pleading in Thy Fa­ther’s eyes

Thine aton­ing sac­ri­fice.

Give us grace to touch aright

Live by faith and not by sight

So

when earth­ly storms are o’er

May we reach the peace­ful shore

And may there Thy glo­ry see

Dwelling ev­er

Lord

with Thee.