I.CXXV. 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 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.

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First Line: With Joy we meditate the Grace
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: Christ''s Compassion to the Afflicted; Christ: His Care of the young and feelbe; Sympathy of Christ (2 more...)
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