A word from Brahms

… with a few internal rhymes.

Let nothing ever grieve thee, distress thee, nor fret thee;
Heed God’s good will, my soul, be still, compose thee.
Why brood all day in sorrow? Tomorrow will bring thee
God’s help benign and grace sublime in mercy.
Be true in all endeavour and ever ply bravely;
What God decrees brings joy and peace,
He’ll stay thee.
Amen.

~ Johannes Brahms, “Geistliches lied”