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ST. MATTHEW, v. 9.
“Blessed are the peace-makers, for they
God's children shall be called!”—so spake
The Prince of Peace, in mortal clay,
Who veil'd His glory, for our sake.
God's children shall be called!”—so spake
The Prince of Peace, in mortal clay,
Who veil'd His glory, for our sake.
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The stormy passions of the mind,
The boastful tongue and brow of pride,
Their soothing counsels, wise and kind,
Make to a gentle calm subside.
The boastful tongue and brow of pride,
Their soothing counsels, wise and kind,
Make to a gentle calm subside.
That eye upon the ground is cast,
Which glanced with restless angry glare,
That heart to hostile heart is prest,
Which thought to place a scorpion there.
Which glanced with restless angry glare,
That heart to hostile heart is prest,
Which thought to place a scorpion there.
Contentious tribes upon the ground
Cast bow and spear at their charm'd voice,
And, link'd in many a friendly round,
Will o'er the pledge of peace rejoice.
Cast bow and spear at their charm'd voice,
And, link'd in many a friendly round,
Will o'er the pledge of peace rejoice.
Then flourish fields and gardens gay,
Where leaders charged with martial train;
And infants 'mid the herbage play,
Where lately lay the ghastly slain.
Where leaders charged with martial train;
And infants 'mid the herbage play,
Where lately lay the ghastly slain.
Blest are the peace-makers! for they
To God's blest family belong;
Honour'd in this our earthly lay,
And in a sweeter, loftier song.
To God's blest family belong;
Honour'd in this our earthly lay,
And in a sweeter, loftier song.
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