Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: With joy we meditate the grace
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune: Lapland
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 107, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWith joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love,
His bowels melt with love.
Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same,
For he hath felt the same.
He in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out strong cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh,
And in his measure feels afresh,
What ev'ry member bears,
What ev'ry member bears.
He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to aflame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name,
Nor scorns the meanest name.