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 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.
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First Line: | With Joy we meditate the Grace |
Title: | Christ's Compassion ot the Tempted |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |