1 Happy the meek whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting,
No storms his peaceful tent invade;
He rest beneath th'almighty's wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild!
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us as we aim to bless.
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First Line: | Happy the meek whose gentle breast |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Blessedness: of piety; Christians: their life and experience; Fruits of the Spirit: meekness and humility(5 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: J. Scott |