1 With Joy we meditate the Grace
Of our High Priest above;
His Heart is made of Tenderness,
His Bowels melt with 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 But spotless, Innocent, and Pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery Darts he bore,
And did resist to Blood.
4 He in the Days of feeble Flesh
Pour'd out his Cries and Tears,
And in his Measure feels afresh
What ev'ry Member bears.
[5 He'll never quench the smoking Flax,
But raise it to a Flame;
The bruised Reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest Name.]
6 Then let our humble Faith address;
His Mercy and his Pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring Grace
In the distressing Hour.
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First Line: | With Joy we meditate the Grace |
Title: | CHRIST'S Compassion to the Weak and Tempted |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Life of Christ, Characters and Representations |
Notes: | Public Domain. |