Anne Bradstreet

Vpon my dear and loving husband his goeing into England, Jan. 16, 1661.

 Next Poem          

O thov most high who rulest All,
And hear'st the Prayers of Thine;
O hearken, Lord, vnto my suit,
And my Petition signe.
Into thy everlasting Armes
Of mercy I commend
Thy servant, Lord. Keep and preserve
My husband, my dear freind.
At thy command, O Lord, he went,
Nor novght could keep him back;
Then let thy promis joy his heart:
O help, and bee not slack.
Vphold my heart in Thee, O God,
Thou art my strenght and stay;
Thou see'st how weak and frail I am,
Hide not thy face Away.
I, in obedience to thy Will,
Thov knowest, did submitt;
It was my Duty so to doe,
O Lord, accept of it.
Vnthankfullnes for mercyes Past,
Impute thov not to me;
O Lord, thov know'st my weak desire
Was to sing Praise to Thee.
Lord, bee thov Pilott to the ship,
And send them prosperous gailes;
In stormes and sicknes, Lord, preserve.
Thy Goodnes never failes.
Vnto thy work he hath in hand,
Lord, gravnt Thov good Successe
And favour in their eyes, to whom
He shall make his Addresse.
Remember, Lord, thy folk whom thou
To wildernesse hast brovght;
Let not thine own Inheritance
Bee sold away for Novght.
But Tokens of thy favour Give--
With Joy send back my Dear,
That I, and all thy servants, may
Rejoice with heavenly chear.
Lord, let my eyes see once Again
Him whom thov gavest me,
That wee together may sing Praise
ffor ever vnto Thee.
And the Remainder of oure Dayes
Shall consecrated bee,
With an engaged heart to sing
All Praises vnto Thee.

Next Poem 

 Back to
Anne Bradstreet