1 There is a dwelling place above;
Thither, to meet the God of love,
The poor in spirit go.
There is a paradise of rest;
For contrite hearts and souls distressed
Its streams of comfort flow.

2 There is a goodly heritage
Where earthly passions cease to rage;
The meek that haven gain;
There is a board, where those who pine,
Hungry, athirst, for grace divine,
May feast, nor crave again.

3 There is a voice of mercy true;
To them whose mercy’s path pursue
That voice shall bliss impart;
There is a sight from man concealed;
That sight, the face of God revealed,
Shall bless the pure in heart.

4 There is a name, in Heav’n bestowed;
That name, which hails them sons of God,
The friends of peace shall know;
There is a kingdom in the sky,
Where they shall reign with God on high,
Who serve Him best below.

5 Lord! be it mine like them to choose
The better part, like them to use
The means Thy love hath giv’n;
Be holiness my aim on earth,
That death be welcomed as a birth
To life and bliss in Heav’n!