3 Who never did a slander forge, His neighbor's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report, By malice whispered round;
4 Who to his plighted vows and trust Has ever firmly stood; And though he promise to his loss, He makes his promise good.
5 The man who by this steady course Has happiness ensured, When earth's foundations shake, shall stand By Providence secured.
1 "Blest are the meek," he said, Whose doctrine is divine; The humble-minded earth possess, And bright in heaven will shine.
2 While here on earth they stay, Calm peace with them shall dwell, And cheerful hope and heavenly joy Beyond what tongue can tell.
3 The God of peace is theirs; They own his gracious sway; And yielding all their wills to him, His sovereign laws obey.
4 O gracious Father, grant, That we this influence feel, That all we hope, or wish, may be Subjected to thy will.
1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath th' Almighty wing, Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless.
1 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air Count it as sin to thee.
2 Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, While the Redeemer's lowly faith Its temple makes with thee.
3 And pray of God, that grace be given To tread time's narrow way:-- How dark soever it may be, It leads to cloudless day.
1 Blest are the pure in heart For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ's abode.
2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his temple and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart.
1 O, 't is a lovely thing to see A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts and lips and life agree To act a useful part.
2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In fierce, contentious souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals.
3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their anger rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes.