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There is no sorrow, Lord, too light
Author: Mrs. Jane Crewdson, 1809-1863; Dr. B. H. Kennedy, 1821-1889 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #535 (1917) Topics: The Christian Life Comfort and Sympathy; Sympathy Human; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 There is no sorrow, Lord, too light
To bring in prayer to Thee;
There is no anxious care too slight
To wake Thy sympathy.
2 Thou, who hast trod the thorny road,
Wilt share each small distress;
The love, which bore the greater load,
Will not refuse the less.
3 There is no secret sigh we breathe,
But meets Thine ear divine,
And every cross grows light beneath
The shadow, Lord, of Thine.
4 Life's ills without, sin's strife within,
The heart would overflow,
But for that love which died for sin,
That love which wept with woe. Languages: English Tune Title: CLAUDIUS
There is no sorrow, Lord, too light
When gathering clouds around I view
Author: Sir R. Grant, 1735-1838 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #542 (1917) Topics: Suffering Christ's Sympathy; Suffering Christ's Sympathy; The Christian Life Comfort and Sympathy; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain;
He knows my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures all my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those who shared His daily bread.
4 And oh! when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away. Languages: English Tune Title: ATTOLLE PAULUM
When gathering clouds around I view
With joy we meditate the grace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #135 (1899) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Sympathy of; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
It melts with pitying 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 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruisèd reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: HALLON
With joy we meditate the grace
With Joy We Meditate the Grace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymns of Grace and Truth #168 (1903) Topics: Christian Experience Christ's Sympathy Languages: English Tune Title: SYMPATHY
With Joy We Meditate the Grace
As oft with worn and weary feet
Author: James Edmeston Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #234 (1899) Topics: Christ Sympathy of; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 As oft with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth’s rugged valley o’er,
The thought how comforting and sweet,
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses He knows,
From life’s first dawning to its close.
2 Does sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear?
The recollection will remain,
More deeply did He suffer here;
His life how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suffering and with grief.
3 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he in the desert way
Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin:
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.
4 Just such as I, this earth He trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the very God,
As I am now, so He has been;
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PATER OMNIUM
As oft with worn and weary feet
With joy we meditate the grace
Author: Dr. Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #483 (1917) Topics: Christ Sympathy of; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
And yearns with pitying love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He hath felt the same.
3 He in the days of feeble flesh
Poured our His cries and tears;
And, though exalted, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour. Languages: English Tune Title: TALLIS' ORDINAL
With joy we meditate the grace
When our heads are bowed with woe
Author: Dr. H. H. Milman, 1791-1868 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #570 (1917) Topics: Christ Sympathy of; Sympathy Human; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 When our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.
2 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.
3 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.
4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear. Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD No. 47
When our heads are bowed with woe
With Joy we meditate the Grace
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.CXXV (1766) Topics: Sympathy of Christ Lyrics: 1 With Joy we meditate the Grace
Of our High-Priest above,
His Heart is made of Tenderness,
His Bowels melt with Love.
2 Touch'd with a Sympathy within,
He knows our feeble Frame;
He knows what sore Temptations mean,
For he hath 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
Pour'd out his Cries and Tears,
And in his Measure feels afresh
What ev'ry Member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoaking Flax,
But raise it to a Flame;
The bruised Reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest Name.
6 Then let our humble Faith address
His Mercy and his Pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring Grace
In the distressing Hour.
Scripture: Hebrews 4:15-16 Languages: English
With Joy we meditate the Grace
Where high the heavenly temple stands
Author: Michael Bruce, 1746-1767 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #73 (1917) Topics: Christ Sympathy of; Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 Where high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears.
2 He who for men their surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, His agonies and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN
Where high the heavenly temple stands
With joy we meditate the grace
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #109 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sympathy Of Christ Lyrics: 1 With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness--
It melts with pitying love.
2 Touch'd 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,
Pour'd out His cries and tears;
And in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour. Languages: English
With joy we meditate the grace
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