Hymn 102
The Beatitudes. Mt. 5:3-12. [Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.] [Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes.] [Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.] [Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread.] [Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again.] [Blest are the pure, whose hearts arc clean From the defiling powers of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.] [Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace.] [Blest are the suff'rers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord Glory and joy are their reward.]
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