1 With joy we meditate the grace
of our High Priest above;
his heart is made of tenderness,
and ever yearns 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 each distressing hour.
|First Line:||With joy we meditate the grace|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|
|Topic:||Ascension; Comfort; Confession of Faith(11 more...)|
|Notes:||May be sung to BISHOPTHORPE 114|
|Harmonizer:||David Evans, 1874-1948|
|Composer:||Charles Hutcheson, 1792-1860|
|Copyright:||Harmony from "Revised Church Hymnal," 1927 by permission of Oxford University Press|