By night when others soundly slept, <br />And had at once both case and rest, <br />My waking eyes were open kept <br />And so to lie I found it best. <br /> <br />I sought Him whom my soul did love, <br />With tears I sought Him earnestly; <br />He bowed His ear down from above. <br />In vain I did not seek or cry. <br /> <br />My hungry soul He filled with good, <br />He in His bottle put my tears, <br />My smarting wounds washed in His blood, <br />And banished thence my doubts and fears. <br /> <br />What to my Savior shall I give, <br />Who freely hath done this for me? <br />I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live <br />And love Him to eternity.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-follow-several-occasional-meditations/
