Deliverance from a fitt of Fainting

Anne Bradstreet

1612 to 1672

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Worthy art Thou, 0 Lord of praise!
But ah! it’s not in me;
My sinking heart I pray thee raise, 
So shall I give it Thee.

My life as Spider’s webb’s cutt off, 
Thus fainting have I said,
And liveing man no more shall see, 
But bee in silence layd.

My feblee Spirit thou didst revive, 
My Doubting thou didst chide, 
And tho’ as dead mad’st me alive, 
I here a while might ’bide.

Why should I live but to thy 
Praise My life is hid with Thee;
O Lord, no longer bee my Dayes, 
Than I may fruitfull bee.