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.