Happy are they, they that love God, Whose hearts have Christ confessed, Who by His cross have found their life, And ???neath His yoke their rest. Glad is the praise, sweet are the songs, When they together sing; And strong the prayers that bow the ear Of Heaven???s eternal King. Christ to their homes giveth His peace, And makes their loves His own; But ah, what tares the evil one Hath in his garden sown. Sad were our lot, evil this earth, Did not its sorrows prove The path whereby the sheep may find The fold of Jesu???s love. Then shall they know, they that love Him, How all their pain is good; And death itself cannot unbind Their happy brotherhood.