The works of Anne Bradstreet in prose and verse | ||
ffrom another sore ffitt.
In my distresse I sovght the Lord,
When nought on Earth could comfort giue;
And when my Soul these things abhor'd,
Then, Lord, thou said'st vnto me, Liue.
When nought on Earth could comfort giue;
And when my Soul these things abhor'd,
Then, Lord, thou said'st vnto me, Liue.
Thou knowest the sorrowes that I felt,
My plaints and Groanes were heard of Thee,
And how in sweat I seem'd to melt;
Thov help'st and thov regardest me.
My plaints and Groanes were heard of Thee,
And how in sweat I seem'd to melt;
Thov help'st and thov regardest me.
My wasted flesh thou didst restore,
My feeble loines didst gird with strenght;
Yea, when I was most low and poor,
I said I shall praise thee at lenght.
My feeble loines didst gird with strenght;
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I said I shall praise thee at lenght.
What shall I render to my God
For all his Bovnty shew'd to me,
Even for his mercyes in his rod,
Where pitty most of all I see?
For all his Bovnty shew'd to me,
Even for his mercyes in his rod,
Where pitty most of all I see?
My heart I wholly giue to Thee:
O make it frvitfull, faithfull Lord!
My life shall dedicated bee
To praise in thought, in Deed, in Word.
O make it frvitfull, faithfull Lord!
My life shall dedicated bee
To praise in thought, in Deed, in Word.
Thou know'st no life I did require
Longer then still thy Name to praise,
Nor ovght on Earth worthy Desire,
In drawing out these wretched Dayes.
Longer then still thy Name to praise,
Nor ovght on Earth worthy Desire,
In drawing out these wretched Dayes.
Thy Name and praise to celebrate,
O Lord! for aye is my request.
O, gravnt I doe it in this state,
And then with thee which is the Best.
O Lord! for aye is my request.
O, gravnt I doe it in this state,
And then with thee which is the Best.
The works of Anne Bradstreet in prose and verse | ||