Hebrews 4 - Scottish Metrical Paraphrases 1781(MP1781)

SONG 578,6,8,6tune: Tallis, 129; Faith, 62.Heb 4:14, to the end.

14-16 Jesus, the Son of God, who once

for us his life resign’d,

Now lives in heav’n, our great High Priest,

and never‐dying friend.

2 Through life, through death, let us to him

with constancy adhere;

Faith shall supply new strength, and hope

shall banish ev’ry fear.

3 To human weakness not severe

is our High Priest above;

His heart o’erflows with tenderness,

his bowels melt with love.

4 With sympathetic feelings touch’d,

he knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations are,

for he has felt the same.

5 But though he felt temptation’s pow’r,

unconquer’d he remain’d;

Nor, ’midst the frailty of our frame,

by sin was ever stain’d,

6 As, in the days of feeble flesh,

he pour’d forth cries and tears;

So, though exalted, still he feels

what ev’ry Christian bears.

7 Then let us, with a filial heart,

come boldly to the throne

Of grace supreme, to tell our griefs,

and all our wants make known:

8 That mercy we may there obtain

for sins and errors past,

And grace to help in time of need,

while days of trial last.

SONG 58

8,8,8,8

tune: Ely, 9; Melcombe, 13; Soldau, 22; Walton, 23.

Another version of the same passage.

9 1 Where high the heav’nly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears,

The guardian of mankind appears.

10 2 He who for men their surety stood,

And pour’d on earth his precious blood,

Pursues in heav’n his mighty plan,

The Saviour and the friend of man.

11 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.

12 4 Our fellow‐suff’rer yet retains

A fellow‐feeling of our pains;

And still remembers in the skies

His tears, his agonies, and cries.

13 5 In ev’ry pang that rends the heart,

The Man of sorrows had a part;

He sympathizes with our grief,

And to the suff’rer sends relief.

14 6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;

And ask the aids of heav’nly pow’r

To help us in the evil hour.