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