Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, <br />But ah! It's not in me. <br />My sinking heart I pray Thee raise <br />So shall I give it Thee. <br /> <br />My life as spider's webb's cut off, <br />Thus fainting have I said, <br />And living man no more shall see <br />But be in silence laid. <br /> <br />My feeble spirit Thou didst revive, <br />My doubting Thou didst chide, <br />And though as dead mad'st me alive, <br />I here a while might 'bide. <br /> <br />Why should I live but to Thy praise? <br />My life is hid with Thee. <br />O Lord, no longer be my days <br />Than I may fruitful be.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deliverance-from-a-fit-of-fainting/
