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By Night When Others Soundly Slept
(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

By Night When Others Soundly Slept

Poem By Anne Bradstreet

. By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease 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 bow'd his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.

My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity

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Comments (3)

A marvelous life song reiterating full faith in God and his majesty.
A sigh of relief at deliverance by the Lord and trust and love built forever. Lovely expression!
The sweet trust in her Lord permeates this poem