1 With joy we meditate the grace
of our High Priest above;
his heart is made of tenderness,
and ever yearns with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
he knows our feeble frame;
he knows what sore temptations mean
for he has felt the same.
3 He in the days of feeble flesh
poured out his cries and tears;
and, in his measure, feels afresh
what every member bears.
4 He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
but raise it to a flame;
the bruisèd reed he never breaks,
nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith address
his mercy and his power:
we shall obtain delivering grace
in every needful hour.
With Joy We Meditate The [Thy] Grace Lyrics
Title: Christ’s Compassion to the Weak
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748