This emblem's forth the world aright,
Which now shines on me hot and bright,
Now it blowes cold on me,
But ne're wil constant be;
'Tis just like the weather,
Hot and cold together.
One while it mee with many favours crownes,
Anon it stabs me with as many frownes.

Why do I then my trust put in it,
Seeing it varies every minute?
I may goe court the moon,
And stop her course, as soon
As bind the world to stay
My faithful friend a day.
If it be so inconstant, I intend
To seek out if I can, a surer friend.

But where is he? Not here below,
Where sun doth shine, and wind doth blow,
But in the heaven above,
There do I fix my love,
On One that changeth never,
Being the same for ever;
It is my God who is so fast a friend,
That whom He loves, He loves unto the end.

What though sometimes He seems to frowne,
And with rough winds to blow me down;
The fault's not His, but mine,
For He would alwaies shine
On me; 'tis I that change:
My sins make Him look strange;
Yet under His bent brow I may discover
Some smiling glances which betray a lover,

Shewing that He desires no more
But that I be as heretofore;
For 'tis His only aime,
To make me stil the same
To Him, that He may be
The very same to me.
Lord! let me Thy unchanging favour find,
I shall not need the sun, nor fear the wind.