4 Let life, a holy stream, Its fountain holy show; Reflecting, with a softened gleam, Heaven's purity below.
1 Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is His abode.
2 Still to the lowly soul God doth Himself impart, And for His temple and His throne Doth choose the pure in heart.
"If He Giveth Quiet, Who Can Make Trouble?"
1 Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep This treasure, the All-merciful hath given; To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, Its incense round us, like a breath from heaven!
2 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart; To dwell with God, and still with man to feel; To bear about forever in the heart The gladness which His spirit doth reveal!
3 Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil minds Which like a shadow o'er creation lower; The soul which peace hath thus attunéd finds How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power.
4 What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought Of the departed; that will be a part Of those undying things His peace hath wrought Into a world of beauty in the heart.
5 What shall make trouble? Not slow-wasting pain, Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of death; These do but wear away, then break, the chain Which bound the spirit down to things beneath.
1 O, who shall say he knows the folds Which veil another's inmost heart,-- The hopes, thoughts, wishes, which it holds, In which he never bore a part? That hidden world no eye can see,-- O, who shall pierce its mystery?
2 There may be hope as pure, as bright, As ever sought eternity,-- There may be light,--clear, heavenly light, Where all seems cold and dark to thee; And when thy spirit mourns the dust, There may be trust,--delightful trust.
3 Go, bend to God, and leave to Him The mystery of thy brother's heart, Nor vainly think his faith is dim, Because in thine it hath no part; He, too, is mortal,--and, like thee, Would soar to immortality.
4 And if in duty's hallowed sphere, Like Christ, he meekly, humbly bends,-- With hands unstained, and conscience clear, With life's temptations still contends,-- O, leave him that unbroken rest, The peace that shrines a virtuous breast!
5 But if his thoughts and hopes should err, Still view him with a gentle eye,-- Remembering doubt, and change, and fear, Are woven in man's destiny; And when the clouds are passed away, That truth shall dawn with brightening day.