In Thankful Remembrance For My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662

By Anne Bradstreet

    What shall I render to Thy name
    Or how Thy praises speak?
    My thanks how shall I testify?
    O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak.

    I owe so much, so little can
    Return unto Thy name,
    Confusion seizes on my soul,
    And I am filled with shame.

    O Thou that hearest prayers, Lord,
    To Thee shall come all flesh
    Thou hast me heard and answered,
    My plaints have had access.

    What did I ask for but Thou gav’st?
    What could I more desire?
    But thankfulness even all my days
    I humbly this require.

    Thy mercies, Lord, have been so great
    In number numberless,
    Impossible for to recount
    Or any way express.

    O help Thy saints that sought Thy face
    T’ return unto Thee praise
    And walk before Thee as they ought,
    In strict and upright ways.

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