L.M.
OLEST are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
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 are clean
From the defiling power 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 sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.
MATTHEW v. 8. HE first and third verses of this Hymn are adapted from the poem in The Christian Year, on the "Purification of the Virgin Mary," the second
and fourth verses being added to complete the Hymn, with Mr. Keble's permission. They
