But Chiefly from My Own

 A Morning Hymn
by Christopher Smart

O Thou, who lately closed my eyes,
And calmed my soul to rest,
Now the dull blank of darkness flies,
Be thanked, be praised, and blest! 

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

 Though from Thy laws I daily swerve,
Yet still Thy mercy grant;
Shield me from all that I deserve,
And grant me all I want. 

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