'Twas by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warm their hearts with heav'nly fire. 1. Happy the meek, whose gen -tle breast, Clear as the sum-mer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth ce les- tial day. 2. 3. His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent in - vade; He rests beneath th' Al-mighty wing, Hos-tile to none, of none a- fraid. 4 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; Repel each passion rude and wild, And bless us as we aim to bless. |