The rippling waves played over the sea

The rippling waves played o'er the sea
And on the shores of Galilee,
Where Jesus stood in love -
"Blest are the pure in heart"—said He—
For they the glorious God shall see—
Within, around, above.

The breeze with wild-thyme was perfumed,
And there the lily meekly bloomed,
The Rose of Sharon smiled:
Like plants around a fountain stood,—
And drank the truth, - disciples good—
Each as a little child.

"Blest are the pure in heart,"—the song,
By gentle winds was borne along,
And met the waves at play:
These in their murmurings, soft and long,
Rolled it the branchèd trees among
Down Jordan's joyous way.

Let me be pure in heart, my God—
Have heaven within - see heaven abroad—
A soul-like drop of dew:—
A human mirror, round and bright,
Sparkling with all the joys of light,
And with Thy face, so true.

Source: The Sunday School Hymnary: a twentieth century hymnal for young people (4th ed.) #212