With joy we meditate the grace
Of God’s High Priest above;
His heart is filled with tenderness,
His very name in Love.

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame:
He knows what sorest trials mean,
For He had felt the same.

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

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears,
And, though 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 needed hour.