CCLXXXVII. The Lord's Prayer, Paraphrased

1 Our Father, whose eternal sway
The bright angelic hosts obey,
O! lend a pitying ear:
When on thy awful name we call,
And at thy feet submissive fall,
O! condescend to hear.

2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,
May rebels to thy sceptre bend,
And yield to sov'reign love:
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The sacred dictates of thy will,
As angels do above.

3 From thy kind hand each temp'ral good,
Our raiment and our daily food,
In rich abundance come:
Lord, give us still a fresh supply,
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,
And fill the silent tomb.

4 Pardon our sins, O God! that rise,
And call for vengeance from the skies;
And while we are forgiv'n,
Grant that revenge may never rest,
And malice harbour in that breast
That feels the love of heav'n.

5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily Tempter's pow'r
O! set our spirits free:
And if temptation should assail,
May might grace o'er all prevail,
And lead our hearts to thee.

6 Thine is the pow'r, to thee belongs
The constant tribute of our songs,
All glory to thy name:
Let every creature join our lays,
In one resounding act of praise
Thy wonders to proclaim.

Text Information
First Line: Our Father, whose eternal sway
Title: The Lord's Prayer, Paraphrased
Author: J. Straphan
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ;
Topic: Solemn Prayers, offered up for Jew, Gentile, and the Fulness of the Lost in Adam
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