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Lyric Poem · Peace

In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival

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.

This poem is in the public domain.

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