281. With Joy We Meditate the Grace

C.M.
by I. Watts
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With joy we meditate the grace
 
Of God’s High Priest above;
 
His heart is filled with tenderness,
 
His very name is Love.
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Touched with a sympathy within,
 
He knows our feeble frame:
 
He knows what sorest trials mean,
 
For He has felt the same.
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But spotless, undefiled 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, though ascended, feels afresh
 
What every member bears.
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Then boldly let our faith address
 
The throne of grace and power;
 
We shall obtain delivering grace
 
In every needed hour.
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