Blest Are The Humble Souls That See

Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are givn, And crowns of joy laid up in Heavn

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 they shall obtain Like sympathy and love again

Blest are the pure, whose hearts are 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 suffrers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; Glory and joy are their reward