1 Ye humble souls complain no more,
Let faith survey your future store,
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.
2 When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes
A bright reversion in the skies:
3 A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite,
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies:
4 A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
Tho' time sweeps earthly thrones away;
The state, which power and truth sustain,
Unmov'd for ever must remain.
5 Great God, to thee we breathe our prayer;
If thou confirm our interest there,
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,
Our largest wishes ask no more.
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First Line: | Ye humble souls complain no more |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues: Blessed are the Poor in Spirit |
Notes: | Public Domain. |