1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of God's High Priest above;
His heart is filled with tenderness,
His very name is 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 But spotless, undefiled and pure,
The great Redeemer stood;
While Satan's fiery darts He bore
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of sorrowing flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears,
And, though ascended, feels afresh
What every member bears.
5 Then boldly let our faith address
The throne of grace and power:
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every needed hour.
