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Christ’s Compassion. Heb 4. 15; 5. 7; Matt. 12. 20

I. Watts                                      C.M.

1
With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness;
His bowels melt with love.

2
Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.

3
But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4
He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

5
[He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruisèd reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.]

6
Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace,
In the distressing hour.