WITH JOY WE MEDITATE THE GRACE

[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 syrnpathy 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 bruised 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 the distressing hour.