Anne Bradstreet - My Soul Rejoice (Poetry Reading)
My soul rejoice thou in thy God. By Anne Bradstreet.
My soul rejoice thou in thy God. Boast of him all the day.
Walk in his law and kiss his rod. Cleave close to him all way.
What though thy outward man decay, Thy inward shall wax strong.
Thy body vile, it shall be changed, And glorious made ere long.
With angels' wings thy soul shall mount To bliss unseen by eye,
And drink at unexhausted font Of joy unto eternity.
Thy tears shall all be dried up, Thy sorrows all shall fly,
Thy sins shall ne'er be summoned up, Nor come in memory.
Then shall I know what thou hast done, For me unworthy me.
And praise thee shall e'en as I ought, For wonders that I see.
Base world I trample on thy face, Thy glory I despise,
No gain I find in aught below, For God hath made me wise.
Come, Jesus, quickly, blessed Lord, By face when shall I see?
O let me count each hour a day, Till I, dissolved, be.