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THE PURE IN HEART.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”
I asked the angels in my prayer,
With bitter tears and pains,
To show mine eyes the kingdom where
The Lord of glory reigns.
With bitter tears and pains,
To show mine eyes the kingdom where
The Lord of glory reigns.
I said, My way with doubt is dim,
My heart is sick with fear;
Oh come, and help me build to Him
A tabernacle here!
My heart is sick with fear;
Oh come, and help me build to Him
A tabernacle here!
The storms of sorrow wildly beat,
The clouds with death are chill;
I long to hear his voice so sweet,
Who whispered, “Peace; be still!”
The clouds with death are chill;
I long to hear his voice so sweet,
Who whispered, “Peace; be still!”
The angels said, God giveth you
His love,—what more is ours?
And even as the gentle dew
Descends upon the flowers,
His love,—what more is ours?
And even as the gentle dew
Descends upon the flowers,
His grace descends; and, as of old,
He walks with man apart,
Keeping the promise as foretold,
With all the pure in heart.
He walks with man apart,
Keeping the promise as foretold,
With all the pure in heart.
Thou needst not ask the angels where
His habitations be;
Keep thou thy spirit clean and fair,
And He shall dwell with thee.
His habitations be;
Keep thou thy spirit clean and fair,
And He shall dwell with thee.
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