AGAINST THE LUST OF THE WORLD.
6,6,6,6
Jesu, gieb uns dein' Gnad
Anon.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869
| Jesu be ne'er forgot, That the World harm us not! False is she, proud and cold, False are her gifts and gold. | | Jesu be ne'er forgot, That Honour harm us not! Brittle as glass her throne, Worthless as straws her crown. | | 255 Jesu be ne'er forgot, That her Pomp hurt us not! Pomp and the praise of men Vanish in mist again. | | Jesu be ne'er forgot, That the Flesh hurt us not! Dust all and merest show, What doth so fairly glow. | | O Flesh, O fading grass, Passing as bubbles pass, Fresh to-day and rosy red, Sick to-morrow, pale and dead! | |