Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Give us grace to listen well.
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
Peace is the first thing the angels sang.