Happy Are They, They That Love God

Happy are they

they that love God

Whose hearts have Christ con­fessed

Who by His cross have found their life

And ’neath His yoke their rest.

Glad is the praise

sweet are the songs

When they to­ge­ther sing;

And strong the pray­ers that bow the ear

Of Heav­en’s eter­nal King.

Christ to their homes giv­eth His peace

And makes their loves His own;

But ah

what tares the ev­il one

Hath in his gar­den sown.

Sad were our lot

ev­il this earth

Did not its sor­rows prove

The path where­by the sheep may find

The fold of Je­su’s love.

Then shall they know

they that love Him

How all their pain is good;

And death it­self can­not un­bind

Their hap­py bro­ther­hood.