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.
(C) Anne Bradstreet
03/11/2017
Best Poems of Anne Bradstreet
- To My Dear And Loving Husband
- Contemplations
- Another
- The Prologue
- Spirit
- Prologue
- The Four Ages Of Man: 05 - Old Age
- The Romane Monarchy, Being The Fourth And Last, Beginning Anno Mundi, 3213.
- Flesh And The Spirit, The
- In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence
- In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
- Epitaphs
- The Four Ages Of Man: 04 - Middle Age
- The Four Ages Of Man: 03 - Youth
- The Four Ages Of Man: 02 - Childhood
- The Four Ages Of Man: 01 - Introduction
- The Flesh And The Spirit
- In Reference To Her Children, 23 June 1659
- In Memory Of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1699, Being Three Years And S
- In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
- By Night When Others Soundly Slept