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.