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1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness--
It melts with pitying love.
2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out His cries and tears;
And in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | With joy we meditate the grace |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: High Priest; Christ: sympathizing; Humanity of Christ(2 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Watts |