Anthems

Ah, thou poor world, thou cheatest me,
That I confess unfeignedly,
Yet in thee seek my pleasure.

Flase world, thou art but idle show,
Thy splendour fades, as well I know,
Thy joys have briefest measure.

Thy wealth, thine honours manifold,
In need, in death, no comfort hold,
Thy gold is naught but tinsel gold.

Be thou, O Lord, my treasure.