The happy estate of the Blessed, Matth. 5,

YE wealthy souls, that being poor in merit,
Are by Gods sentence allow'd rich in spirit;
Heaven is made your Kingdom, Angels be
Your glorious guides to bliss—Blessed are ye.

You that with grief do mourn and relent,
Bedew your cheeks, till your wet eyes are spent,
You shall be comforted by Gods Decree,
And one day joy as much—Blessed are ye.

You that are meek and humble in your minds
Mark what felicity your meekness finds;
The large earth your inheritance shall be
And heaven at the last—Blessed are ye.

You hungry thirsty souls, whose appetite
Desires but righteousness, receive your mite,
You shall be filled, Christ your bread will be,
Feed and be thankful then—Blessed are ye.

You that are merciful, hope to obtain
Mercy again, ye cannot hope in vain;
God is your stedfast Anchor, and will he
Leave you to shipwrack? no—Blessed are ye.

You that in mind, in heart, in soul are pure,
Gold purg'd from dross, that can the touch indure,
Happy are ye, your excellence shall see
Gods brightness face to face— Blessed are ye.

You whom vile men unrighteously revile,
If you remain but patient all the while
For Iesus sake, shall sure rewarded be
More then an hundred fold— Blessed are ye.

Ye persecuted souls that suffer wrong
For righteousness, and want a pleading tongue
To tell your grief, your joy compleat shall be,
Your Kingdom Heaven is— Blessed are ye.

Rejoyce and be exceeding glad, for great
Will your reward be from Gods Mercy Seat;
Can a rewarding Master better be,
Then our dear Saviour Christ?— Blessed are ye.

So were the Prophets persecuted, they
Suffer'd your wrongs whom cruel men did slay;
They have their Saviours bounty, then agree
To bear their sorrows, and— Blessed are ye.