My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue <br />Shall celebrate thy Name, <br />Who hath restor'd, redeem'd, recur'd <br />From sicknes, death, and Pain. <br />I cry'd thov seem'st to make some stay, <br />I sovght more earnestly; <br />And in due time thou succóur'st me, <br />And sent'st me help from High. <br />Lord, whilst my fleeting time shall last, <br />Thy Goodnes let me Tell. <br />And new Experience I haue gain'd, <br />My future Doubts repell. <br />An humble, faitefull life, O Lord, <br />For ever let me walk; <br />Let my obedience testefye, <br />My Praise lyes not in Talk. <br />Accept, O Lord, my simple mite, <br />For more I cannot giue; <br />What thou bestow'st I shall restore, <br />For of thine Almes I liue.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thankfull-heart-with-glorying-tongue-2/
