Beatitudes.

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 heaven.

Bless'd 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.

Bless'd 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.

Bless'd are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for right'ousness, They shall be well supplied and fed, With living streams and living bread.