Our Father in Heaven

“After this manner shall ye pray,” -
Said He by whom we come to God;
Divinely sweet and perfect way,
By suppliant men for ages trod:
From humble lips with unfeigned sense,
When its inspired petitions rise,
Through the dear Master’s influence,
They reach Our Father in the skies.

Pure homage at His unseen Throne,
We render in its words divine;
His perfect Law and Will we own,
And to their sway our hearts incline;
Our trust in His great love we place,
For daily bread, and supplicate
For pardon of our sins His grace,
As others our forgiveness wait.

Against the Tempter’s charms we plead,
And every evil thought and thing;
So, in our prayer a perfect creed
Of faith and life and love we bring
To Him whose Sceptre is Eterne;
Whose Power shall ever be as when
He made the countless stars to burn,
And whose all Glory is - Amen!

William C. Richards