Here you will find the Poem What God is like to him I serve of poet Anne Bradstreet
What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine? O, never let me from thee swerue, For truly I am thine. My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, My Tongue shall talk of Thee: On High my heart, O, doe thou raise, For what thou'st done for me. Goe, Worldlings, to your Vanities, And heathen to your Gods; Let them help in Adversities, And sanctefye their rods. My God he is not like to yours, Your selves shall Judges bee; I find his Love, I know his Pow'r, A Succourer of mee. He is not man that he should lye, Nor son of man to vnsay; His word he plighted hath on high, And I shall liue for aye. And for his sake that faithfull is, That dy'd but now doth liue, The first and last, that liues for aye, Me lasting life shall giue.
