Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

In Thankful Remembrance - Poem 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.


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  • (6/14/2017 11:01:00 PM)


    A beautifully conceived prayer of the Lord, full of recounting of His majesties on human beings in general and the poetess in particular. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Friday, May 8, 2015


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