Why art thou thus cast down, my heart? <br />Why troubled, why dost mourn apart, <br />O'er nought but earthly wealth? <br />Trust in thy God, be not afraid, <br />He is thy Friend who all things made. <br /> <br />Dost think thy prayers He doth not heed? <br />He knows full well what thou dost need, <br />And heaven and earth are His; <br />My Father and my God, who still <br />Is with my soul in every ill. <br /> <br />Since Thou my God and Father art, <br />I know Thy faithful loving heart <br />Will ne'er forget Thy child; <br />See I am poor, I am but dust, <br />On earth is none whom I can trust. <br /> <br />The rich man in his wealth confides, <br />But in my God my trust abides; <br />Then laugh ye as ye will, <br />I hold this fast that He hath taught,-- <br />Who trusts in God shall want for nought. <br /> <br />Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day <br />As Thou hast been and shalt be aye, <br />I rest on Thee alone; <br />Thy riches to my soul be given, <br />And 't is enough for earth and heaven. <br /> <br />What here may shine I all resign, <br />If the eternal crown be mine, <br />That through Thy bitter death <br />Thou gainedst, O Lord Christ, for me-- <br />For this, for this, I cry to Thee! <br /> <br />All wealth, all glories, here below, <br />The best that this world can bestow, <br />Silver or gold or lands, <br />But for a little time is given, <br />And helps us not to enter heaven. <br />I thank Thee, Christ, Eternal Lord, <br />That Thou hast taught me by Thy word <br />To know this truth and Thee; <br />O grant me also steadfastness <br />Thy heavenly kingdom not to miss. <br /> <br />Praise, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought, <br />For all things in and for me wrought <br />By Thy great mercy, Christ. <br />This one thing only still I pray, <br />Oh cast me ne'er from Thee away<br /><br />Hans Sachs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-art-thou-thus-cast-down-my-heart/
