Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#109

109. With joy we meditate the grace

1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness--
It melts with pitying 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 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out His cries and tears;
And in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking 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 power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

Text Information

• First Line: With joy we meditate the grace
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christ: High Priest; Christ: sympathizing; Humanity of Christ; Sympathy: Of Christ; Temptation
• Notes: Author from index: Watts

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