BLESSED are the pure in heart,By A Collection of Hymns 7s. Matthew v, 8. 1 BLESSED are the pure in heart, They have learned the angel-art, While on earth in heaven to be, God, by sense unseen, to see.
2 Cleansed from sin's offensive stain, Fellowship with him they gain; Nearness, likeness to their Lord, Their exceeding great reward. 3 Worshipping in spirit now, In his inner court they bow, Bow before the brightening vail, God's own radiance through it hail. 4 Serious, simple of intent, Teachably intelligent, Rapt, they search the written word, Till his very voice is heard. 5 In creation him they own, Meet him in its haunts, alone; Most amidst its Sabbath calm, Morning light and evening balm. 6 Him they still through busier life, Trust in pain and care and strife; These like clouds o'er noontide blaze, Temper, not conceal his rays. 7 Hallowed thus their every breath, Dying they shall not "see death;" With the Lord in Paradise, Till, like his, their bodies rise. 8 Nearer than the seraphim In their flesh shall saints see him, With the Father, in the Son, Through the Spirit, ever one! Back to A Collection of Hymns index.
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