Blessed they who, loving mercy,
Joy not in another’s pain;
All the mercy shown to others
They shall for themselves obtain.
Blessed are the pure and prayerful,
Seeking God in every place;
They shall in their home eternal
See Him ever face to face.
Blessed are the good peace-makers,
For God’s children they shall be;
Of His glory full partakers,
When from earth their spirits flee.
Blessed ye, when men revile you,
Treat you falsely for My sake;
For the prophets gone before you
Did the self-same treatment take.
Let us then be ever mindful
Of the precepts Christ has given;
So that when this life is over,
We may dwell with Him in heaven.
WHEN FATHER COMES HOME.
When my father comes home in the evening from work,
Then I will get up on his knee,
And tell him how many nice lessons I learn,
And show him how good I can be.
He shall hear what number I know how to count;
I’ll tell him what words I can spell;
And if I can learn something new every day,
I hope soon to read very well.
I’ll repeat to him all the good verses I know,
And tell him how kind we must be,
That we never must hurt little creatures at all:
And he will be glad, and love me.
I’ll tell him we always must try to please God,
And never be cruel or rude;
For God is the Father of all living things,
He cares for and blesses the good.