The Lord receives my cry And me good eare doth give Then love him still will I And prayse him while I live Fast bound in bonds of death With deadly anguish thralled When greife nigh stopt my breath Upon his name I called I call'd and thus I said O Lord my bands unbind I found him prone to ayd I found him just and kind The simples surest guard By me of right esteemed Whom he distressed heard From hard distresse redeemed My soul turmoyld with woes Now boldly turn to rest Such changes on Thee shows Who greatest is and best My life from death is past Myne eyes have dry'd their weeping My slipping foot stands fast My self live in his keeping Beleiving as I spake Such wo my witts did blind I said, when I did quake I all men Lyars find Which finding false, To Thee What thanks Lord shall I render Who showring blisse on me Dost me so truly tender My Cupp with thanks shall flow In freedome from my thrall Which I in flames will throw And on Thy name will call To Thee my vowes will pay Thy People all beholding Who deare their Deaths dost weigh That are to Thee beholden This I thy servant taste Thy Slave, Thy handmaids son Whose bands Thou broken hast And fettring chaines undone Who unto Thee for this A Sacrifice of praising To offer will not misse Thy name with honour raysing Thou whom no times enfold Shalt have what I did vow And they shall all behold Who to Thy Scepter bow The place, that Holy place Before Thy house extended The very middle space In Sion comprehended | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON |