Here you will find the Poem My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue of poet Anne Bradstreet
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.
