A Morning Thanksgiving When We First Awake Poem by Rees Prichard

O God, my safe-guard and defence,
My fort, in ev'ry exigence,
Receive my thanks - thou, who didst keep
Me safe, last night, whilst I did sleep!

A watch, around my head, each night
Thou placest, when I'm conquer'd quite
By sleep, and o'er me spread'st thy wing,
When I've forgot each earthly thing.

Thou givest me sweet ease and rest,
And ev'ry night with them I'm blest,
Whereby this feeble frame, O Lord!
Is daily to its strength restor'd.

My gracious God does never close,
Or wink his eyes, when I repose,
But whilst I sleep, within his arms,
Secure he keeps me from all harms.

O, what a favour this! - that thou
The King of kings, shou'dst stoop so low,
As dust and ashes to regard,
And unto man to be a guard!

The tithe can ne'er be paid by me
Of all the thanks I owe to thee,
Good God, the truth I freely own,
Was it but for this gift alone!

All glory, pow'r, thanksgiving too,
All praise, respect, and honour due,
Let us unto the Godhead pay
For his protection, night and day.