Joanna Baillie - St. Matthew V.9. lyrics

'BLESSED are the peace-makers, for they God's children shall be called!'--so spake The Prince of Peace, in mortal clay, Who veiled his glory, for our sake. The stormy pa**ions of the mind, The boastful tongue and brow of pride, Their soothing counsels, wise and kind Make to a gentle calm subside. That eye upon the ground is cast, Which glanced with restless angry glare, That breast to hostile breast is prest, Which thought to place a scorpion there. Contentious tribes upon the ground Cast bow and spear at their charmed voice, And, linked in many a friendly round, Will o'er the pledge of peace rejoice. Then flourish fields and gardens gay, Where leaders charged with martial train; And Infants 'mid the herbage play, Where lately lay the ghastly slain. Blest are the peace-makers! for they To God's blest family belong; Honoured in this our earthly lay, And in a sweeter, loftier song.