What God is like to him I serve, <br />What Saviour like to mine? <br />O, never let me from thee swerue, <br />For truly I am thine. <br />My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, <br />My Tongue shall talk of Thee: <br />On High my heart, O, doe thou raise, <br />For what thou'st done for me. <br />Goe, Worldlings, to your Vanities, <br />And heathen to your Gods; <br />Let them help in Adversities, <br />And sanctefye their rods. <br />My God he is not like to yours, <br />Your selves shall Judges bee; <br />I find his Love, I know his Pow'r, <br />A Succourer of mee. <br />He is not man that he should lye, <br />Nor son of man to vnsay; <br />His word he plighted hath on high, <br />And I shall liue for aye. <br />And for his sake that faithfull is, <br />That dy'd but now doth liue, <br />The first and last, that liues for aye, <br />Me lasting life shall giue.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-god-is-like-to-him-i-serve/
