No matter what we dream,
What we dream is tru
No matter what doth seem,
God doth it view
And therefore it is
Real as all thi
No matter what we wish,
We have it elsewhere,
Now, e'er now and rich
Are we here of ther
Inside our felt I
God we self-descr
Sometimes I think hope
May make this come true,
But I stop, I grope,
And life, fear and woe
Is all that remain
Wherefore then these pains,