From lips divine, like healing balm
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From lips divine, like healing balmTo hearts oppressed and torn,The heavenly consolation fell,"Blessed are they that mourn."
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Unto the hopes by sorrow crushedA noble faith succeeds;And life, by trials furrowed, bearsThe fruit of loving deeds.
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How rich, how sweet, how full of strengthOur human spirits are,Baptized into the sanctitiesOf suffering and of prayer!
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Yes, heavenly wisdom, love divine,Breathed through the lips which said,"O blessed are the hearts that mourn;They shall be comforted."