For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their heart is Christ's abode.
Our life and peace to bring,
To dwell in lowliness with men,
Their pattern and their King.
Doth still Himself impart,
And for His dwelling and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.