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 In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival 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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