1 With joy we contemplate the grace
of our High Priest above;
his heart is made of tenderness;
it overflows 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'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 pow'r;
we shall obtain deliv'ring grace
in ev'ry needful hour.
|First Line:||With joy we contemplate the grace|
|Title:||With Joy We Contemplate the Grace|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: Grace|
|Composer:||F. A. G. Ouseley (1889)|