A tender heart throbs on the Throne,
And feels the pangs of all His Own,
It is the Christ who died and rose
Who understands our deepest woes.

The sighs and tears, the losses too,
It is the way that He passed through.
At Lazarus’ tomb He weeps and sighs,
He’s just the same above the skies.

The interceding Great High Priest,
He carries all upon His breast,
And from the Throne He gives them grace,
In His great strength to run the race.

Sufficient grace and timely power
Are promised for the testing hour,
O, let us then His promise take
Till night shall cease and morning break.
– Samul Jardine