1 "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."

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.