For the REVIEW | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 2, 1856

For the REVIEW.

WHO ARE THE BLESSED OF THE EARTH?

Blessed ye, who now, though poor, Seek no fading treasures here; Ye who seek that treasure sure, In a glorious, changeless sphere— Yours the kingdom soon shall be, Yours, through all eternity.

Blessed ye, who weep and mourn, Traveling through a world of woe, Seeking not from misery's urn, Joy and pleasure as ye go— Comforted ye soon shall be Through a long eternity.

Blessed ye, who meekly bear All the wrongs oppression brings, Grasping not a troublous share Of this world's decaying things— Yours the earth shall shortly be, In its primal purity.

Blessed ye, who hour by hour, Hunger still for righteousness, Thirsting for the Spirit's power, Resting not till God shall bless— Filled your waiting souls shall be, Is the promise, sure and free.

Blessed ye, whose tender hearts Mercy holds in willing sway; And the tear of pity starts For the ills that cloud our way— As ye freely mercy give, Mercy shall ye thus receive.

Blessed ye who guard secure Every fount of thought within, From each motive dark, impure, Springing soon to open sin— Ye shall soon your Maker see, In his holy majesty.

Blessed ye, who strive to win Severed hearts to love again, Lest a breach be made for sin And the demon, Discord, reign— This shall be your title given: Children of the God of heaven.

Blessed ye, when o'er your way, Storms of persecution rise, As ye seek from day to day, Through the cross, to win the prize— 'Tis no hazard race ye run; And the prize will soon be won.

Blessed ye, when men revile, Slander, persecute, despise, Muttering forth their curses vile, And a host of hell-born lies— List ye then the Saviour's voice, Bidding you in him rejoice.