THE LORD'S PRAYER PARAPHRASED. James Merrick Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1122 K093079.001 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. I. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 152-153. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE LORD'S PRAYER PARAPHRASED . BY THE SAME . FATHER of all ! whose seat of rest In highest heaven is rear'd , Thy name by every tongue be blest , By every heart rever'd . Let earth to thy Messiah's throne Its just subjection yield : Here , as in heaven , thy will be known ; Here , as in heaven , fulfill'd . With bread sufficient to the day Our mortal frame supply ; And feed the soul that moves our clay With manna from on high . While , conscious of the debt we owe , We bow the humble knee , That mercy we to others shew Descend on us from Thee . Do Thou our erring feet secure ; O lead us far from ill ! And keep us upright , just , and pure , In act , in word , and will . Hear , Lord ! for power supreme is thine , Thine , glory , worship , praise : Nor Nature's bounds thy reign confine , Nor numbers Time thy days .