Tuesday, March 1, 2011

By night when others soundly slept, and had at once both ease and rest, my waking eyes were open kept, and so to lie I found it best.
I sought Him whom my soul did love, with tears I sought Him ernestly; He bowed His ear down from above. In vain I did not seak or cry.
My hungry soul he filled with good, He in His bottle put my tears, my smarting wounds washed in His blood, and banished thence my doubts and fears.
What to my Savior shall I give, who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live and love to Him to eternity. -Anne Bradstreet

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