A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) ‎#740

740. "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 different 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 gladdened with a gleam of hope
From this, The Lord has blessed 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 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: Lod, when I hear thy children talk
• Title: "Blessed be ye poor"
• Author: Hart
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1844

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