Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations Poem by Anne Bradstreet
Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
By night when others soundly slept,
And had at once both case 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 earnestly;
He bowed His ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek 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 Him to eternity.
I sought Him whom my soul did love, With tears I sought Him earnestly; He bowed His ear down from above. In vain I did not seek or cry. very spiritual . poem, to my saviour what shall i give.love this poem. tony
" What to my sailor shall i give" ? ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A deep rooted faith in the almighty God flows through out the devotional life song. A well deserrved classic poem of the day.
There is a time for everything in the world. For true meditation sans losing steady concentration, night is the time! All there after sure will follow better! Thanks for sharing this here!
I sought Him whom my soul did love, With tears I sought Him earnestly; He bowed His ear down from above. In vain I did not seek or cry.../// full of spiritual expression; meditation on the dark lonely where the truthful soul finds out the graceful almighty /// superb poem shared
A profound devotional song reposing full faith in the savior God and reiterating resolve to follow His instructions through out life.
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I would like to translate this poem
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My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best.....here we can find the essence of the poem. Beautifully crafted.