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CXLIV. 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 He in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out strong cries and tears;
And in his measure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoaking 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 pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.

Text Information

• First Line: With joy we meditate the grace
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Rejoicing

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