1. We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down;
2. But warm, sweet, tender, ev - en yet A present help is He;
3. The heal - ing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain;

In vain we search the low-est deeps, For Him no depths can drown.
And faith has yet its Ol - i - vet, And love its Gal - i - lee.
We touch Him in life's throng and press, And we are whole a - gain.

4 Through Him the first fond prayers are said

Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead

Are burdened with His name.

5 O Lord and Master of us all,

Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,

We test our lives by Thine!
Note.-In the first edition this hymn is No. 191.

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THE GREAT PHYSICIAN NOW IS NEAR.

Rev. WM. HUNTER.

Arr. by Rev. J. H. Stockton.

1. The great Phy-si - cian now is near, The sym - pa -thi-zing Je - sus : 2. All glo · ry

to the dy - ing Lamb! I now be-lieve in Je · sus; 3. The chil - dren too both great and small, Wholove the name of Je - sus,

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the drooping heart to cheer, Oh, hear the voice of Je-sus. I love the bless - ed Saviour's name, I love the name of Je-sus. May now ac-cept the gra - cious call To work and live for Je-sus.

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1. When peace, like a river, at - tend-eth my way, When sor-rows, like 2. Though Sa-tan should buf-fet, though tri-als should come, Let this blest as

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sea - bil-lows, roll;

What - ev er my lot, Thou hast taught me to surance con- trol, That Christ hath re- gard - ed my help - less es

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with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

3 My sin-oh, the bliss of this glorious thought

My sin—not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more,----

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!
4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

“Even so"-it is well with my soul. Used by per. of The John Church Co., owners of the Copyright.

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Than glows in y earth - ly sky, For Je - sus

is my light. And Je - sus list - en -ing can hear The songs I can-not sing. The dove of peace sings in my heart, The flowers of grace ap - pear. For bless-ings which He gives me now, For joys “laid up a - bove."

When Je-sus shows His smiling face There is sunshine in the soul.