Blest Are The Poor

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.