A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#HLVIII

HLVIII. With Joy we meditate the Grace

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 hath felt the same.

3 But spotless, innocent and pure
the great Redeemer stood,
While Stan'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 every Member bears.

5 He'll never quench the smoaking 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.

Text Information

• First Line: With Joy we meditate the Grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  Hebrews 4:15-16
  ;
  Hebrews 5:7
  ;
  Matthew 12:20

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