When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd, <br />And Paines within and out, <br />When in my flesh no part was sovnd, <br />Then didst thou rid me out. <br />My burning flesh in sweat did boyle, <br />My aking head did break; <br />From side to side for ease I toyle, <br />So faint I could not speak. <br />Beclouded was my Soul with fear <br />Of thy Displeasure sore, <br />Nor could I read my Evidence <br />Which oft I read before. <br />Hide not thy face from me, I cry'd, <br />From Burnings keep my soul; <br />Thov know'st my heart, and hast me try'd; <br />I on thy Mercyes Rowl. <br />O, heal my Soul, thov know'st I said, <br />Tho' flesh consume to novght; <br />What tho' in dust it shall bee lay'd, <br />To Glory't shall bee brovght. <br />Thou heardst, thy rod thou didst remove, <br />And spar'd my Body frail, <br />Thou shew'st to me thy tender Love, <br />My heart no more might quail. <br />O, Praises to my mighty God, <br />Praise to my Lord, I say, <br />Who hath redeem'd my Soul from pitt: <br />Praises to him for Aye!<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-deliverance-from-a-feaver/
