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!

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!