Sunday, September 09, 2007

• A Poem by Anne Bradstreet

       1

  By night when others soundly slept,
  And had at once both case and rest,
  My waking eyes were open kept
  And so to lie I found it best.

         2

  I sought Him whom my soul did love,
  With tears I sought Him earnestly;
  He bowed His ear down from above.
  In vain I did not seek or cry.

         3

  My hungry soul He filled with good,
  He in His bottle put my tears,
  My smarting wounds washed in His blood,
  And banished thence my doubts and fears.

         4

  What to my Savior shall I give,
  Who freely hath done this for me?
  I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live
  And love Him to eternity.

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