The tune to this hymn came to me as I was drifting off to sleep. It played over and over in my head so that I remembered it in the morning, and started to work on the words:
The pure in heart shall see God’s face
And surely know He is
What greater gift can he bestow
Than knowing we are His?
The meek shall all the earth receive
The peaceable, the kind
When God’s pure kingdom stands alone
And all men peace will find.
The merciful, the penitent
Shall all receive the same
God will recall their sins no more
When they call on his name.
How blessed are all those who mourn
For they shall comfort find
God himself will dry their tears
And soothe the wearied mind.
How blessed the obedient
Who keep all God’s commands
They are prospered in all things
They truly understand.
Those who endure this mortal day
And fight the valiant fight
Shall reclaim their heaven’ly home
A land of endless light.