Classic Poem

Blessed are they who do his commandments,
They shall claim the tree of life;
Into the city they shall enter,
They are victors in the strife.
Blessed are they who do his commandments,
They shall wear the robes of white;
Under the portals God shall lead them,
They shall serve him day and night.
Blessed are they who do his commandments,
They shall stand before the throne;
Into the life of joy eternal,
God shall claim them for his own.

Blessed, blessed, blessed are they,
Blessed are they who do his commandments, blessed are they, blessed are they;
Into the city they shall enter,
Blessed, blessed, blessed are they.