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Bless'd are the humble souls, who see

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #285 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Bless'd are the humble souls, who see Their ignorance and poverty: Treasures of grace to them are giv’n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav’n. 2 Bless'd are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; For them divine compassion flows, A healing balm for all their woes. 3 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war: God will secure their peaceful state, And plead their cause against the great. 4 Bless'd are the souls who thirst for grace Hunger and long for righteousness: They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. 5 Bless'd are the men, whose hearts still move And melt with sympathy and love; They shall themselves from God obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin: With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity. 7 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. 8 Bless'd 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. Languages: English

Dost thou my worthless name record

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #286 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Character and Life, In General Lyrics: 1 Dost thou my worthless name record, Free of thy holy city, Lord? Am I, a sinner, call'd to share The precious privileges there? 2 Art thou my King, my Father styl'd? Am I thy servant and child? Whilst wretched millions draw their breath In lands of ignorance and death. 3 Shall I receive this grace in vain? Shall I my great vocation stain? Away, ye works in darkness wrought! Away each sensual, wanton though! 4 My soul, I charge thee to excel In thinking right and acting well. Deep let thy searching pow'rs engage, Unbiass'd, in the sacred page. 5 Strong, and more strong, thy passions rule, Advancing still in virtue's school; Contending still, with noble strife, To imitate thy Saviour's life. Languages: English