Faithful Notes

An Occasional Meditation

By night, when others soundly slept

And had 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 bowed his ear down from above.

In vain I did not see 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.

~ Anne Bradstreet