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
.