With joy we meditate the grace

With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart o'erflows with tenderness, His very name is Love.

Touched with a sympathy within He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations are For He endured the same.

But spotless, innocent, and pure Our great Redeemer stood; No stain of sin did e'er defile The holy Lamb of God.

He, when He sojourned here below, Poured forth His cries and tears; And, though exalted, feels afresh What every member bears.

Then boldly let our faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour.