Hymn 1:125 [With Joy We Meditate The Grace]

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Title:     Hymn 1:125 [With Joy We Meditate The Grace]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted,
Heb. 4. 15 16. and 5. 7. Matt. 12. 20.

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

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

But spotless, innocent, and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

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

[He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.]

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

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:125 [With Joy We Meditate The Grace]

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