1 Blessèd are they that for His sake
Are persecuted and reviled;
Our Savior’s love a Heav’n can make,
When storms of earth are fierce and wild.
O, thoughts of Him who bore the cross,
Should teach our hearts to bear with joy
Their burdens, tho’ in pain and loss,
Whatever ills of earth annoy!
Whatever ills of earth annoy!
Blessèd are they! Blessèd are they!

2 Blessèd are they that for His sake
Are persecuted and reviled;
May nothing here our courage shake,
While on we bear His yoke so mild.
O, still be faithful to the last,
Untempted e’en amid despair!
Tho’, round the faithful, snares are cast,
Theirs is Heav’n’s kingdom, bright and fair.
Theirs is Heav’n’s kingdom, bright and fair.
Blessèd are they! Blessèd are they!