§Our§ Lord and King, Who reign’st enthroned on high, §Father§ of Light! mysterious Deity! §Who§ art the great I AM, the last, the first, §Art§ righteous, holy, merciful, and just. §In§ realms of glory, scenes where angels sing, §Heaven§ is the dwelling-place of God our King. §Hallowed§ Thy name, which doth all names transcend, §Be§ Thou adored, our great Almighty Friend; §Thy§ glory shines beyond creation’s bound; §Name§ us ’mong those Thy choicest gifts surround. §Thy§ kingdom towers beyond Thy starry skies; §Kingdom§ Satanic falls, but Thine shall rise. §Come§ let Thine empire, O Thou Holy One, §Thy§ great and everlasting will be done. §Will§ God make known his will, his power display? §Be§ it the work of mortals to obey. §Done§ is the great, the wondrous work of love; §On§ Calvary’s cross he died, but reigns above; §Earth§ bears the record in Thy holy word. §As§ heaven adores Thy love, let earth, O Lord; §It§ shines transcendent in the eternal skies, §Is§ praised in heaven—for man, the Saviour dies. §In§ songs immortal, angels laud his name; §Heaven§ shouts with joy, and saints his love proclaim §Give§ us, O Lord, our food, nor cease to give §Us§ needful food on which our souls may live! §This§ be our boon to-day and days to come, §Day§ without end in our eternal home. §Our§ needy souls supply from day to day; §Daily§ assist and aid us when we pray; §Bread§ though we ask, yet, Lord, Thy blessings lend. §And§ make us grateful when Thy gifts descend. §Forgive§ our sins, which in destruction place §Us§, the vile rebels of a rebel race; §Our§ follies, faults, and trespasses forgive, §Debts§ which we ne’er can pay, nor Thou receive. §As§ we, O Lord, our neighbor’s faults o’erlook, §We§ beg Thou ’d’st blot ours from Thy memory’s book. §Forgive§ our enemies, extend Thy grace §Our§ souls to save, e’en Adam’s guilty race. §Debtors§ to Thee in gratitude and love, §And§ in that duty paid by saints above, §Lead§ us from sin, and in thy mercy raise §Us§ from the tempter and his hellish ways. §Not§ in our own, but in His name who bled, §Into§ Thine ear we pour our every need. §Temptation’s§ fatal charm help us to shun, §But§ may we conquer through Thy conquering Son; §Deliver§ us from all that can annoy §Us§ in this world, and may our souls destroy. §From§ all calamities that man betide, §Evil§ and death, O turn our feet aside,— §For§ we are mortal worms, and cleave to clay,— §Thine§ ’tis to rule, and mortals to obey. §Is§ not thy mercy, Lord, forever free?