EN 5478 With Joy We Meditate the Grace
Heb.4.14
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With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
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Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.
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But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.
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He in the days of feeble flesh
Poured out His cries and tears,
And in His measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
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He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
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Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

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