Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит)

In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival

What shall I render to Thy name 
Or how Thy praises speak? 
My thanks how shall I testify? 
O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak.

I owe so much, so little can 
Return unto Thy name, 
Confusion seizes on my soul, 
And I am filled with shame.

O Thou that hearest prayers, Lord, 
To Thee shall come all flesh 
Thou hast me heard and answered, 
My plaints have had access.

What did I ask for but Thou gav’st? 
What could I more desire? 
But thankfulness even all my days 
I humbly this require.

Thy mercies, Lord, have been so great 
In number numberless, 
Impossible for to recount 
Or any way express.

O help Thy saints that sought Thy face 
T’ return unto Thee praise 
And walk before Thee as they ought, 
In strict and upright ways.

1. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
2. For Deliverance from a Feaver
3. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
4. For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661
5. An Apology

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