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 sovereign love:
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The sacred dictates of thy will,
As angels do above.

3 From thy kind hand each temporal 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 forgiven,
Grant that revenge may never rest,
And malice harbor in that breast
That feels the love of heaven.

5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily tempter's power
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 power, 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.

Source: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #27