With joy we meditate the grace
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With joy we meditate the graceOf our High Priest above;His heart is made of tenderness,His bosom glows with love.
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Touched with a sympathy within,He knows our feeble frame;He knows what sore temptations mean,For he hath felt the same.
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He, in the days of feeble flesh,Poured out his cries and tears;And in full measure feels afreshWhat every member bears.
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Then let our humble faith addressHis mercy and his power;We shall obtain delivering graceIn the distressing hour.