The LORD's PRAYER

Father of all! We bow to thee, Who dwells in heav'n ador'd; But present still thro' all thy works The universal Lord. All hallow'd be thy sacred name, O'er all the nations known; Advance the kingdom of thy grace, And let thy glory come. A grateful homage may we yield, With hearts resign'd to thee; And as in heav'n thy will is done, On earth so let it be. From day to day we humbly own The hand that feeds us still: Give us our bread, and we may rest Contented in thy will. Our sins and trespasses we own; O may they be forgiv'n! That mercy we to others shew, We pray the like from Heav'n. Our life let still thy grace direct, From evil guard our way, And in temptation's fatal path Permit us not to stray. For thine the pow'r, the kingdom thine, All glory's due to thee: Thine from eternity they were, And thine shall ever be.