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He to the lowly soul
Doth still Himself impart,
Chooseth the pure in heart.
May ours this blessing be;
Blest are the men whose bowels move And melt with sympathy and love ; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power 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 sufferers, who partake of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward.
MATTHEW v. 8.
Hymn are adapted from the poem in
cation of the Virgin Mary," the second and fourth verses being added to complete the Hymn, with Mr. Keble's permission. They
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Let Thine outstretched wing
Beside her desert-spring.
The sounds my ear that greet ; Calm in the closet's solitude,
Calm in the bustling street.