The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CLXXVI

CLXXVI. Blessed be ye Poor

1 Lord, when I hear thy Children talk,
(And I believe 'tis often true)
How with Delight thy Ways they walk,
And gladly thy Commandments do.

2 In my own Breast I look, and read
Accounts so very diff'rent there,
That had I not thy Blood to plead,
Each Sight would sink me to Despair.

3 Needy, and naked, and unclean,
Empty of Good, and full of Ill,
A lifeless Lump of loathsome Sin,
Without the Power to act or will.

4 I feel my fainting Spirits droop;
My wretched Leanness I deplore,
'Till gladden'd with a Gleam of Hope
From this, "The Lord has bless'd the Poor."

5 Then while I make my secret Moan,
Upwards I cast my Eyes and see,
Though I have Nothing of my own,
My Treasure is immense in Thee.

6 Still may I keep thy Love in View,
Lean there; nor envy those that run;
Still trust to--not what I can do,
But what thyself hast for me done.

7 My Treasure is thy precious Blood
Fix there my Heart: And for the rest,
Under thy forming Hands, my God,
Give me that Frame which thou lik'st best.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, when I hear thy Children talk
• Title: Blessed be ye Poor
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Luke 6:20
• Topic: Spiritual Poverty

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