Classic Poem

O Thou! who lately clos'd my eyes,
And calm'd my soul to rest,
Now the dull blank of darkness flies,
Be thank'd, be prais'd, and blest.

And as thou sav'st me in the night
From anguish and dismay,
Lead through the labours of the light,
And dangers of the day.

Tho' from thy laws I daily swerve,
Yet still thy mercy grant;
Shield me from all that I deserve,
And grant me all I want.

Howe'er she's tempted to descend,
Keep reason on her throne;
From all men's passions me defend,
But chiefly from my own.

Give me a heart t' assist the poor,
Ev'n as thy hand bestows;
For thee and man a love most pure,
And friendship for my foes.

This, thro' the merits, death and birth
Of our bless'd Lord be giv'n;
So shall I compass peace on earth,
And endless bliss in heav'n.