With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is filled with tenderness-
His very name is Love!

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame-
He knows what sorest trials mean,
For He has felt the same!

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears,
And now, ascended, feels afresh
What every member bears!

Then boldly let our faith address
The throne of grace and power:
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every needy hour.

It is not with uncertain step
We tread a homeless way:
A well-known Voice has called us up
To everlasting day!

It is the voice of Him who trod
Alone the trackless wild,
And marked the road that leads to God
Each Spirit-quickened child.

Nor leaves He us to find alone
Our path across the waste,
But still with living grace leads on,
As toward our home we haste.

See! open stands the heavenly door,
Whence Glory shines below,
To light the way He trod before-
The bliss that waits, to show!

We bless Him who appoints the road
That-though our faith he tried-
Reveals a Love which bears our load,
Where in our hearts may hide!

O Thou whose bounty fills my cup,
With every blessing meet!
I give Thee thanks for every drop,
The bitter and the sweet.

I praise Thee for the desert road,
And for the river side,
For all thy goodness hath bestowed,
And all thy grace denied.

I thank Thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;
I praise Thee for the future crown,
And for the present cross.

I bless Thee for the glad increase,
And for the waning joy,
And for this strange, this settled peace,
Which nothing can destroy.

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest!

See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, He bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
But see, there yet is room!

Room in the Saviour’s bleeding heart,
Where love and pity meet;
Nor will He bid the soul depart
Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.

Oh, come, and with His people taste
The blessings of His love,
While hope attends the sweet repast
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown!

And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore!
Ye longing souls, the grace adore!
Approach, there yet is room!

O what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to ev’ry sinner’s case,
Who knows the joyful sound.

Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls
Are freely welcome here;
Salvation, like a river, rolls
Abundant, free, and clear.

Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your ev’ry burden bring:
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,
A deep, celestial spring.

Whoever will O gracious word!
May of this stream partake:
Come, thirsty soul, and bless the Lord,
And drink, for Jesu’s sake.

Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

Jesus! O name divinely sweet!
How soothing is the sound!
What joyful news, what heav’nly pow’r,
In that blest name is found!

Our souls, as guilty and condemned,
In hopeless fetters lay,
Our souls, with countless sins defiled,
Of death and hell the prey.

Jesus, to purge away our guilt,
A willing victim fell,
And on His cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.

O God, how wide Thy glory shines!
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power;
Their motions speak Thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour
We read Thy patience still.

But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worm,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

Here Thy bright character is known,
Nor dare a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
Thy justice, or the grace.

Now the full glories of the lamb
Adorn the heavenly throne,
While saints on earth that know His name,
Their Lord and Saviour own.

Jesus! Thou art my hiding place,
From what my sin demands;
I cling to Thine amazing grace,
Thy feet, Thy side, Thy hands.

Jesus! Thou art my hiding place,
In storm and tempest here;
Though weak, I know Thy love’s embrace,
And cast away my fear.

And Thou wilt be my hiding place,
Should death be hovering round:
Thou wilt bestow sufficient grace
To make my hope abound.

Yea, Thou wilt be my hiding place
On the eternal shore;
I shall in glory see Thy face-
Be sheltered evermore.