1 Happy are they, they that love God,
whose hearts have Christ confessed!
who by his cross have found their life,
and ’neath his yoke their rest.
2 Glad is the praise, sweet are the songs,
when they together sing,
and strong the prayers that bow the ear
of heav'n’s eternal King.
3 Christ to their homes giveth his peace
and makes their loves his own,
but ah, what tares the Evil One
hath in his garden sown.
4 Sad were our lot, evil this earth,
did not its sorrows prove
the path whereby the sheep may find
the fold of Jesus’ love.
5 Then shall they know, they that love him,
how all their pain is good;
and death itself cannot unbind
their calm beatitude.
|First Line:||Happy are they, they that love God|
|Title:||Happy Are They|
|Author:||Robert Bridges (1899)|