Hymns and Tunes 1876 140
With joy we meditate the grace
1With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels glow with love.
2Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
3He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.
4Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour.
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