Our father our all-wielding is, God let us never His mirthes miss. Lord, hallowed by Thy name. In Heaven and earth Thy will Be done and that is skill Or else we been to blame. Our each day's bread give us to-day That we may trustily, when we shall away, To come to Thy Kingdom. God keep us to our last ending, Let never the fiend with false fending Cumber us in no shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD |