Blessed Are the Poor in Spirit

Our Father, hear our longing prayer,
  And help this prayer to flow,
That humble thoughts, which are thy care,
  May live in us, and grow.

For lowly hearts shall understand
  The peace, the calm delight
Of dwelling in thy heavenly land,
  A pleasure in thy sight.

Give us humility, that so
  Thy reign may come within,
And when thy children homeward go,
  We too may enter in.

Hear us, our Saviour: ours thou art,
  Though we are not like thee;
Give us thy spirit in our heart,
  Large, lowly, trusting, free.