A Thought on first waking

To God, who guards me all the night, Be honour, love, and praise; To God, who sheds the morning light, And gives me length of days. His pow'r first call'd us forth from nought, Inspir'd the vital flame, And with amazing wisdom wrought, The whole material frame. He gave the soul its Heav'nly birth, He by his word divine Prepar'd the fit enclosing earth, And bade them both combine. Strange, that a pure, immortal mind, A bright celestial ray, Should be with frailest nature join'd, And mixt with common clay. O! wond'rous union, so compos'd, That none can understand, 'Tis such as evidently shews Th' Almighty Maker's hand.