By Night When Others Soundly Slept

By Anne Bradstreet

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

    I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
    With tears I sought him earnestly.
    He bow’d his ear down from Above.
    In vain I did not seek or cry.

    My hungry Soul he fill’d with Good;
    He in his Bottle put my tears,
    My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
    And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

    What to my Saviour shall I give
    Who freely hath done this for me?
    I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
    And Loue him to Eternity

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