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Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16

by Anne Bradstreet

O thou Most High who rulest all

And hear'st the prayers of thine,

O hearken, Lord, unto my suit

And my petition sign.

Into Thy everlasting arms Of mercy

I commend Thy servant, Lord.

Keep and preserve My husband,

my dear friend.

At Thy command, O Lord, he went,

Nor nought could keep him back.

Then let Thy promise joy his heart,

O help and be not slack.

Uphold my heart in Thee, O God.

Thou art my strength and stay,

Thou see'st how weak and frail I am,

Hide not Thy face away.

I in obedience to Thy will

Thou knowest did submit.

It was my duty so to do;

O Lord, accept of it.

Unthankfulness for mercies past

Impute Thou not to me.

O Lord, Thou know'st my weak desire

Was to sing praise to Thee.

Lord, be Thou pilot to the ship

And send them prosperous gales.

In storms and sickness, Lord, preserve.

Thy goodness never fails.

Unto Thy work he hath in hand

Lord, grant Thou good success

And favour in their eyes to whom

He shall make his address.

Remember, Lord, Thy folk whom Thou

To wilderness hast brought;

Let not Thine own inheritance

Be sold away for nought.

But tokens of Thy favour give,

With joy send back my dear

That I and all Thy servants may

Rejoice with heavenly cheer.

Lord, let my eyes see once again

Him whom Thou gavest me

That we together may sing praise

Forever unto Thee.

And the remainder of our days

Shall consecrated be

With an engaged heart to sing

All praises unto Thee.

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