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
For ever unto thee;

And the remainder of our days

Shall consecrated be

With an engagéd heart to sing
All praises unto thee.

IN MY SOLITARY HOURS IN MY DEAR
HUSBAND HIS ABSENCE.

O Lord, thou hearest my daily moan,
And seest my dropping tears;

My troubles all are thee before,
My longings and my fears.

Thou hitherto hast been my God,
Thy help my soul hath found;
Though loss and sickness me assailed,
Through thee I've kept my ground.

And thy abode thou hast made with me;
With thee my soul can talk

In secret places, thee I find

Where I do kneel or walk.

Though husband dear be from me gone,

Whom I do love so well,

I have a more beloved one

Whose comforts far excel.

Oh, stay my heart on thee, my God,
Uphold my fainting soul;

And when I know not what to do
I'll on thy mercies roll.

My weakness thou dost know full well
Of body and of mind;

I in this world no comfort have
But what from thee I find.

Though children thou hast given me,
And friends I have also,

Yet if I see thee not through them
They are no joy, but woe.

Oh, shine upon me, blessed Lord,
E'en for my Saviour's sake;
In thee alone is more than all,
And there content I'll take.

Oh, hear me, Lord, in this request,
As thou before hast done-
Bring back my husband, I beseech,
As thou didst once my son.
So shall I celebrate thy praise
E'en while my days shall last,

And talk to my beloved one
Of all thy goodness past.

So both of us thy kindness, Lord,
With praises shall recount,
And serve thee better than before
Whose blessings thus surmount.

But give me, Lord, a better heart;
Then better shall I be

To pay the vows which I do owe
For ever unto thee.

Unless thou help, what can I do
But still my frailty show?
If thou assist me, Lord, I shall
Return thee what I owe.

IN THANKFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT FOR
THE LETTERS I RECEIVED FROM MY
HUSBAND OUT OF ENGLAND.

O thou that hearest the prayers of thine,
And 'mongst them hast regarded mine,
Hast heard my cries, and seen my tears,
Hast known my doubts and all my fears,

Thou hast relieved my fainting heart,
Nor paid me after my desert;

Thou hast to shore him safely brought
For whom I thee so oft besought.

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Thou wast the pilot to the ship,

And raised him up when he was sick;
And hope thou hast given of good success
In this his business and address,

And that thou wilt return him back
Whose presence I so much do lack.

For all these mercies I thee praise,
And so desire e'en all my days.

IN THANKFUL REMEMBRANCE FOR MY DEAR HUSBAND'S SAFE ARRIVAL, SEPTEMBER 3, 1662.

What shall I render to thy name,

Or how thy praises speak;

My thanks how shall I testify?

O Lord, thou knowest 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.

Oh, 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 gavest?
What could I more desire

But thankfulness e'en 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.

Oh, help thy saints that sought thy face
To return unto thee praise,

And walk before thee as they ought
In strict and upright ways.

["This was the last thing written in that book by my dear and honored mother."-Note by Simon Bradstreet, Jr.]

["Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10th, 1666. Copied out of a loose paper." Note by Simon Bradstreet, Jr.]

In silent night, when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look.

I wakened was with thundering noise

And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.

That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know, is my desire.

I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry