In thankful remembrance for my dear husband’s safe arrival, September 3, 1662.
What shall I render to thy name,
Or how thy praises speak;
My thanks how shall I testify?
O Lord, thou know’st I’m weak.
I owe so much, so little can
Return onto thy name,
Confusion ceases my soul
And I am filled with shame.
O thou that hear’st prayers Lord,
To thee shall come all flesh;
Thou has me heard and answered
My ‘plaints have had access.
What did I ask for but thou gav’st?
What could I more desire?
But thankfulness, even all my days,
I humbly require.
Thy mercies Lord, have been so great,
In number numberless,
Impossible for to recount
Or any way express.
O help thy saints that sought thy face
T’return unto thee praise,
And walk before thee as they ought,
In strict and upright ways.
This was the last thing written in that book by my dear and hon’d mother.