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Poem by Anne Bradstreet


Deliverance from Another Sore Fit


In my distress I sought the Lord 
When naught on earth could comfort give, 
And when my soul these things abhorred, 
Then, Lord, Thou saidst unto me, Live.

Thou knowest the sorrows that I felt; 
My plaints and groans were heard of Thee, 
And how in sweat I seemed to melt 
Thou helpst and Thou regardest me.

My wasted flesh Thou didst restore, 
My feeble loins didst gird with strength, 
Yea, when I was most low and poor, 
I said I shall praise Thee at length.

What shall I render to my God 
For all His bounty showed to me? 
Even for His mercies in His rod, 
Where pity most of all I see.

My heart I wholly give to Thee; 
O make it fruitful, faithful Lord. 
My life shall dedicated be 
To praise in thought, in deed, in word.

Thou knowst no life I did require 
Longer than still Thy name to praise, 
Nor ought on earth worthy desire, 
In drawing out these wretched days.

Thy name and praise to celebrate, 
O Lord, for aye is my request. 
O grant I do it in this state, 
And then with Thee, which is the best.



Anne Bradstreet


Anne Bradstreet's other poems:
  1. My Thankfull Heart with Glorying Tongue
  2. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
  3. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
  4. In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659
  5. In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husbands Safe Arrival


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