120. Christ's Compassion to the Weak

1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness;
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched 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,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

5 [He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruisèd reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.]

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace,
In the distressing hour.

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First Line: With joy we meditate the grace
Title: Christ's Compassion to the Weak
Author: Watts
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Offices and Characters of Christ
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