What God is like to him I serve

Anne Bradstreet

1612 to 1672

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What God is like to him I serve,
What Saviour like to mine?
O, never let me from thee swerve,
For truly I am thine.

My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, 
My Tongue shall talk of Thee:
On High my heart, O, doe thou raise,
For what thou'st done for me.

Goe, Worldlings, to your Vanities,
And heathen to your Gods;
Let them help in Adversities,
And sanctefye their rods.

My God he is not like to yours,
Your selves shall Judges bee;
I find his Love, I know his Pow'r,
A Succourer of mee.

He is not man that he should lye,
Nor son of man to unsay;
His word he plighted hath on high,
And I shall live for aye.

And for his sake that faithfull is,
That dy'd but now doth live,
The first and last, that lives for aye,
Me lasting life shall give.