3 The God of peace is theirs; They own his gracious sway; And yielding all their wills to him, His sovereign laws obey. 4 O gracious Father, grant, That we this influence feel, That all we hope, or wish, may be Subjected to thy will. 349. L. M. Scott. The Blessing of Meekness. 1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day. 2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath th' Almighty wing, Hostile to none, of none afraid. 3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless. 350. C. M. M. W. Hale. The Pure Heart. 1 Whatever dims thy sense of truth, Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air Count it as sin to thee. 2 Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, While the Redeemer's lowly faith Its temple makes with thee. 3 And pray of God, that grace be given To tread time's narrow way:-- How dark soever it may be, It leads to cloudless day. 351. S. M. Keble. "Blessed are the Pure in Heart." 1 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. 2 Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his temple and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart. 352. C. M. Watts. Prudence. 1 O, 't is a lovely thing to see A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts and lips and life agree To act a useful part. 2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In fierce, contentious souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals. 3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their anger rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes. 4 Their lives are prudence mixed with love; Good works employ their day; They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away. 353. L. M. 6l. Montgomery. Humility. 1 The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest:-- In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet:-- Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.