With Joy We Meditate the Grace

Verse 1

With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

Verse 2

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.

Verse 3

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

Verse 4

Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.