Tune: O Mein Jesu, Ich Muss Sterben
Text: Rev. William R. Kilps
Bless-ed are the poor in spirit For the kingdom their's remains. Bless-ed are the sinners, mournful, For God's comfort yet sustains. Bless-ed are those who, in meakness, Would not feign a heart a so proud, But in aspect, unassuming, Prove themselves of faith endow'd. Bless-ed are those deeply thirsting, Hung'ring for God's righteousness. For their filling, e'er so richly, Shall be met at His behest. For the food and quenching spirit Which bestows such pure content Are here found in lavish banquet Of His Word and Sacrament. Bless-ed are the rich in mercy, For with mercy they are bless'd. Bless-ed are the hearts unblemished; Heav'nly visions shall commence! Bless-ed are the peace-creators; God's own children, they are named! Even so the persecuted- God's own Kingdom is their gain! Bless-ed Jesus, here we see Thee Pictured in beatitude. Thine the meekness, Thine the mercy, Thine the righteousness pursued, Thine the suffer'ing and rejection; Ours the life so richly bless'd. O with gracious benedictions, Thou in us, be manifest!