1. We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; 2. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; by our beds of pain; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For Him no depths can drown. gain. 4 Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead 5 O Lord and Master of us all, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, Note. In the first edition this hymn is No. 191. 193 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: All glory to the dying Lamb! I now be-lieve in Jesus; The children too both great and small, Who love the name of Jesus, 2. 3. 194 H. G. SPAFFORD. IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. Philip P. Bliss, (1838-1876) 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 25 sea bil-lows, roll; Whatev er my lot, Thou hast taught me to sur-ance control, That Christ hath re-gard- ed my help less es well with my soul,...... with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 3 My sin-oh, the bliss of this glorious thought- 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 trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Used by per. of The John Church Co., owners of the Copyright. |