445 Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. BLESS'D are the pure in heart, The secret of the LORD is theirs, The LORD, Who left the heavens He to the lowly soul Doth still Himself impart, LORD, we Thy presence seek; 446 In him was life, and the life was the light of men. LIGHT, Whose beams illumine all O Way, through Whom our souls draw near And earth's vain toil and wandering cease, In strength or weakness may we see Our heav'nward path, O LORD, through Thee. O Truth, before Whose shrine we bow, Thy love will bless the pure and meek; O Life, the well that ever flows To slake the thirst of those that faint, O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life, 447 Now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. GR Supreme motor cordium. REAT Mover of all hearts, Whose hand Of human thought and will, Thou, since the world was made, dost bless Thy Saints with fruits of holiness, Their order to fulfil. Faith, hope, and love here weave one chain; When this short day is gone: We sow 'mid perils here and tears ; Amen. 448 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus. LORD, as to Thy dear Cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. Help us, through good report and ill, Like Thee, to do our FATHER'S will, Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, 449 The breath of the Almighty hath given me life. BR REATHE on me, Breath of GOD, That I may love what Thou dost love, 450 Breathe on me, Breath of God, Breathe on me, Breath of GOD, But live with Thee the perfect life Он A perfect heart. H for a heart to praise my GOD, A heart that's sprinkled with the Blood A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part A heart in every thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, Thy nature, gracious LORD, impart, Write Thy new Name upon my heart, 451 The things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. 452 THE roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, The highest hopes we cherish here, Here faith is ours, and heav'nly hope, O by Thy love and anguish, LORD, Grant that we fall not from Thy grace, Amen. Until Christ be formed in you. SAVIOUR, may we never rest Till Thou art form'd within, Till Thou hast calm'd our troubled breast, O may we gaze upon Thy Cross, Until the wondrous sight Makes earthly treasures seem but dross, |