Blest are the poor,
Whose spirits know their need;
God’s heav’nly kingdom
Will be theirs indeed.
Blest, those who mourn;
God’s comfort will be known.
Blest are the meek;
The world will be their own.

Blest, those who seek
God’s righteousness each day;
They will be filled
And never turned away.
Blest are the kind,
For mercy will be giv’n.
Blest are the pure in heart;
They’ll see God in Heav’n.

Blest, men of peace;
They will God’s sons be named.
Blest, those who suffer
Slander and much shame.
Blest, faithful ones,
Enduring for your Lord.
Rejoice, be glad,
For great is your reward.

I see my need
And humbly seek Your face.
Show me Your mercy;
All my cares erase.
Keep my heart pure;
I long for righteousness.
I know that as
Your child I’m fully blest.