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.

The Lord, who left the heavens

Our life and peace to bring,

To dwell in lowliness with men

Their pattern and their King;

He to the lowly soul

Doth still himself impart;

And for his dwelling and his throne

Chooseth the pure in heart.

Lord, we thy presence seek;

May ours this blessing be;

Give us a pure and lowly heart,

A temple meet for thee.

Amen.