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BLESSED ARE THEY TEAT HAVE NOT SEEN.
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Give me a heart from envy free, A heart o'erflowed with love,That I may praise for all the joy That cometh from above.
Grant me not only to possess Contentment with my lot,But sympathy and joy with those Who have what I have not.
Grant me to love mankind so dear, That when their good I see,Each blessing, as it lights on them, May fall, a joy, on me!
'Tis good to weep with those who weep, But oft the tears we shedAre selfish, and self-pitying tears, Though dropped o'er others' dead.
But in rejoicing with the glad, The troubles of our lot—Self—with its murmurs and its wants— Must be, in love, forgot.
Then, O my God, let me rejoice When others' joy I see,Even although upon my life The sunlight may not be!
"Blessed Are They that Have Not Seen, and yet Have Believed."

John xx. 29.

From the German.

We saw Thee not, when Thou didst tread,O Saviour, this our sinful earth;Nor heard Thy voice restore the dead,And waken them to second birth;Yet we believe that Thou didst come,And quit for us Thy glorious home.
We were not with the faithful few,Who stood Thy bitter cross around;Nor heard Thy prayer for those who slew,Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground.We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side,But we believe that Thou hast died.
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