1 Blessed are the meek and contrite,
Who in Jesus fall asleep;
Blessed where the saints forever
Their untiring vigils keep;
They are from their labors resting;
God has wiped away their tears;
They are dwelling in the kingdom,
Free from all their sins and fears.

2 Blessed are they, saith the Spirit,
They are free from toil and care;
They the kingdom do inherit,
That their Savior doth prepare;
They are free from tribulation,
And their robes are pure and white;
They have safely crossed the river,
And have reached the realms of light.

3 Blessed shall they be forever,
Endless is their peaceful rest,
And the works they have accomplished
Of their Lord are richly blest:
Blessed is the faithful witness
They have borne unto their Lord,
While they reap abounding harvests,
Promised in His faithful Word.