Hymn number 294

WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
It overflows with love.

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Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.

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But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

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He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears;
And, in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

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He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame:
The bruisèd reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

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Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power:
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.