English poem
Blessed Are the Pure in Heart: For They Shall See God
Father, our bosoms, dark and drear, Are in such evil case With hate, ambition, care, and fear. We cannot see thy face.
Cast out our Legion; cleanse thy room. But not to leave it bare; Let Christ into his temple come, And devils will not dare.
His light will cleanse the eyes to see, Open the ears to hear; And so the house prepared for thee, Thy vision will draw near.
Thy glory shall free entrance win, When thou com’st to thy place; And full of holy eyes within We shall behold thy face.
More by George MacDonald
- BLESSED ARE THE MEEK, FOR THEY SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH.
- Blessed Are the Meek: For They Shall Inherit the Earth
- Blessed Are the Merciful: For They Shall Obtain Mercy
- Blessed Are the Poor in Spirit: For Theirs Is the Kingdom of Heaven
- Blessed Are They That Hunger: And Thirst After Righteousness: For They Shall Be Filled
- Blessed Are They That Mourn: For They Shall Be Comforted
- Blind Bartimeus
- Blind Sorrow