O Wondrous condescention of a God! To poor unworthy sinful flesh and blood; Lest the high Mistery of Divinity, Thy sacred Title, shou’d too Awful be; Lest trembling prostrates should not freely come, As to their Parent, to their native home; Lest Thy incomprehensible God-head shou’d Not by dull Man; be rightly understood; Thou deignst to take a name, that fits our sense, Yet lessens not Thy glorious Excellence. _WHICH ART IN HEAVEN_, Thy Mercy ended not, when thou didst own Poor lost and out-cast Man to be thy Son; ‘Twas not enough the Father to dispense, In Heaven thou gav’st us an Inheritance; A Province, where thou’st deign’d each Child a share; Advance, my tim’rous Soul, thou needst not fear, Thou hast a God! a God and Father! there. _HALLOWED BE THY NAME_, For ever be it, may my Pious Verse, That shall thy great and glorious name rehearse, By singing Angels still repeated be, And tune a Song that may be worthy thee; While all the Earth with Ecchoing Heav’n shall joyn, To Magnifie a Being so Divine. _THY KINGDOM COME_, Prepare, my Soul, ‘gainst that Triumphant day, Adorn thy self with all that’s Heavenly gay, Put on the Garment, which no spot can stain, And with thy God! thy King! and Father! Reign; When all the Joyful Court of Heaven shall be One everlasting day of Jubilee; Make my Soul fit but there to find a room, Then when thou wilt, Lord let thy Kingdom come. _THY WILL BE DONE_ With all submission prostrate I resign My Soul, my Faculties, and Will to thine; For thou, Oh Lord, art Holy, Wise, and Just, And raising Man from forth the common dust, Hast set thy Sacred Image on his Soul, And shall the Pot the Potters hand controul? Poor boasting feeble Clay, that Error shun, Submit and let th’ Almighty’s Will be done. _IN EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN_. For there the Angels, and the Saints rejoyce, Resigning all to the blest Heavenly Voice; Behold the Seraphins his Will obey, Wilt thou less humble be, fond Man, than they? Behold the Cherubins and Pow’rs Divine, } And all the Heavenly Host in Homage joyn; } Shall their Submission yield, and shall not thine? } Nay, shall even God submit to Flesh and Blood? For our Redemption, our Eternal good, Shall he submit to stripes, nay even to die } A Death reproachful, and of Infamy? } Shall God himself submit, and shall not I? } Vain, stubborn Fool, draw not thy ruine on, But as in Heav’n; on Earth God’s Will be done; _GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD_,