In my distress I sought the Lord <br />When naught on earth could comfort give, <br />And when my soul these things abhorred, <br />Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live." <br /> <br />Thou knowest the sorrows that I felt; <br />My plaints and groans were heard of Thee, <br />And how in sweat I seemed to melt <br />Thou help'st and Thou regardest me. <br /> <br />My wasted flesh Thou didst restore, <br />My feeble loins didst gird with strength, <br />Yea, when I was most low and poor, <br />I said I shall praise Thee at length. <br /> <br />What shall I render to my God <br />For all His bounty showed to me? <br />Even for His mercies in His rod, <br />Where pity most of all I see. <br /> <br />My heart I wholly give to Thee; <br />O make it fruitful, faithful Lord. <br />My life shall dedicated be <br />To praise in thought, in deed, in word. <br /> <br />Thou know'st no life I did require <br />Longer than still Thy name to praise, <br />Nor ought on earth worthy desire, <br />In drawing out these wretched days. <br /> <br />Thy name and praise to celebrate, <br />O Lord, for aye is my request. <br />O grant I do it in this state, <br />And then with Thee, which is the best.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deliverance-from-another-sore-fit/
