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Deliverance From Another Sore Fit

In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give,

And when my soul these things abhorred,

Then,

Lord,

Thou said'st unto me, "Live."Thou knowest the sorrows that I felt;

My plaints and groans were heard of Thee,

And how in sweat I seemed to melt Thou help'st and Thou regardest me.

My wasted flesh Thou didst restore,

My feeble loins didst gird with strength,

Yea, when I was most low and poor,

I said I shall praise Thee at length.

What shall I render to my God For all His bounty showed to me?

Even for His mercies in His rod,

Where pity most of all I see.

My heart I wholly give to Thee;

O make it fruitful, faithful Lord.

My life shall dedicated be To praise in thought, in deed, in word.

Thou know'st no life I did require Longer than still Thy name to praise,

Nor ought on earth worthy desire,

In drawing out these wretched days.

Thy name and praise to celebrate,

O Lord, for aye is my request.

O grant I do it in this state,

And then with Thee, which is the best.

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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet (née Dudley; March 20, 1612 – September 16, 1672) was the most prominent of early English poets of North America and first write…

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