In the fires of the fight, where the dark resists the light,
I stand for what is holy, what is just.
Though the world may cast me out, in the truth, I have no doubt,
In the righteousness of God, I place my trust.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness,
For theirs is the kingdom, theirs is the blessedness.
Though the road is rough, and the way is tough,
Their reward is with the King, it's more than enough.
In the whispers of disdain, in the face of mocking pain,
I hold fast to the cross where my Savior bled.
For the cause of what is right, I will stand, I'll fight the fight,
With the crown of heaven waiting ahead.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness,
For theirs is the kingdom, theirs is the blessedness.
Though the road is rough, and the way is tough,
Their reward is with the King, it's more than enough.
For every slander, every stone, every hateful word thrown,
There's a promise of a kingdom, a heavenly home.
As we share in His sufferings, in His glory, we'll share,
For the kingdom of heaven is already here.
So, I'll walk this path of scorn, with a spirit reborn,
For the sake of righteousness, for the sake of the King.
Though I'm tattered and torn, in my heart, I've sworn,
To the eternal kingdom, my soul will cling.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness,
For theirs is the kingdom, theirs is the blessedness.
Though the road is rough, and the way is tough,
Their reward is with the King, it's more than enough.
In the righteousness of heaven, we find our strength to stand,
Blessed, oh blessed, are those who take this stand.
For the kingdom of heaven is theirs to claim,
In righteous suffering, they wear heaven's name.