1 [Bless'd are the humble souls, who see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are giv'n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.]

2 [Bless'd are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinly flows
A healing balm for all their woes.]

3 [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.]

4 [Blest are the souls, who thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness:
They shall be well suppl'y and fed
With living streams and living bread.]

5 [Bless'd are the men whose bowels move,
And melt with sympathy and love:
From Christ the Lord they shall obtain
Like sympathy and love again.]

6 [Bless'd are the pure whose hearts are clean
From the defiling pow'r of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.]

7 [Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.]

8 [Bless'd are the suff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.