St. Bartholomew

Blessed are they whose hearts are pure,
From guile their spirits free;
To them shall God reveal Himself,
They shall His glory see.

Their simple souls upon His word,
In fullest light of love,
Place all their trust, and ask no more
Than guidance from above.

Who in meek faith unmixed with doubt
The engrafted word receive,
Whom the first sign of heavenly Power
Persuades, and they believe;

They, as they walk the painful world,
See hidden glories rise;
Our God the sunshine of His love
Unfolds before their eyes.

For them far greater things than these
Doth Christ the Lord prepare;
Whose bliss no heart of man can reach,
No human voice declare.