1 Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the blessed three;
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heav’n-born art thou, charity.
Pity dwelleth in thy bosom,
Kindness reigneth o’er thy heart;
Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee,
Judgment hath in thee no part.
Refrain:
Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the blessed three;
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heav’n-born art thou, charity.
2 Hoping ever, failing never,
Though deceived, believing still;
Long abiding, all confiding
To thy heav’nly Father’s will;
Never weary of well-doing,
Never fearful of the end;
Claiming all mankind as brothers,
Thou dost all alike befriend. [Refrain]
The Bright Array #1821 Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the "Blessed Three,"
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heav'n-born art thou, Charity!
Pity dwelleth in thy bosom,
Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart;
Gentle tho'ts alone can sway thee;
Judgment hath in thee no part.
2 Hoping ever, failing never;
Tho' deceived, believing still;
Long abiding, all confiding
To thy heavenly Father's will;
Never weary of well-doing,
Never fearful of the end;
Claiming all mankind as brothers,
Thou dost all alike befriend.
The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #84