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Christ a merciful High Priest
Watts.
With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above: His heart is full of tenderness; His bosom glows 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 He in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. | 4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour. | |