Matthew 5:3

• [Mat 5:3] Blest Are The Humble Souls That See

  Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are giv’n, And crowns of joy laid up in Heav’n. Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes. Blest 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. Blest are the souls that thirst for grace Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread. Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love; From Christ the Lord they shall obtain Like sympathy and love again. Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling powers of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. Blest 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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 5:3] Blest Are The Poor

  Blest are the poor, whose spirits know their need; God’s heav’nly kingdom will be theirs indeed. Blest, those who mourn; God’s comfort will be known. Blest are the meek; the world will be their own. Blest, those who seek God’s righteousness each day; They will be filled and never turned away. Blest are the kind, for mercy will be giv’n. Blest are the pure in heart; they’ll see God in Heav’n. Blest, men of peace; they will God’s sons be named. Blest, those who suffer slander and much shame. Blest, faithful ones, enduring for your Lord. Rejoice, be glad, for great is your reward. I see my need and humbly seek Your face. Show me Your mercy; all my cares erase. Keep my heart pure; I long for righteousness. I know that as Your child I’m fully blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 5:3] Lord Of Life, All Praise Excelling

  Lord of life, all praise excelling, Thou, in glory unconfined, Deignst to make Thy humble dwelling With the poor of humble mind. And Thy love, through all creation, Beams like Thy diffusive light; So the high and humble station Both are equal in Thy sight. Thus Thy care, for all providing, Warmed Thy faithful prophet’s tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding, To Thy chosen Israel sung. When Thy harvest yields Thee pleasure, Thou the golden sheaf shall bind; To the poor belongs the treasure Of the scattered ears behind.

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  source: Cyberhymnal