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