Text: | High Priest, Merciful and Faithful |
Author: | Watts |
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 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 | |
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First Line: | With joy we meditate the grace |
Title: | High Priest, Merciful and Faithful |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Attributes, Characters, Names, and Offices of Christ, from the New Testament |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |