ON THE PARAPHRASE OF THE LORD'S PRAYER, WRITTEN BY MRS. WHARTON. SILENCE, you Winds! listen, ethereal Lights! SOME REFLECTIONS OF HIS UPON THE SEVERAL PETITIONS IN THE SAME PRAYER. I. His sacred name with reverence profound Should mention'd be, and trembling at the sound! It was Jehovah; 'tis Our Father now; So low to us does Heav'n vouchsafe to bow1! He brought it down that taught us how to pray, And did so dearly for our ransom pay. II. His kingdom come. For this we pray in vain, To whom more dear than to ourselves we are. The setting sun should seem to bound our race, And the new day a gift of special grace. V. That he should all our trespasses forgive, While we in hatred with our neighbours live: Though so to pray may seem an easy task, We curse ourselves when thus inclin'd we ask. This pray'r to use, we ought with equal care Our souls, as to the sacrament, prepare. The noblest worship of the Pow'r above, Is to extol and imitate his love; Not to forgive our enemies alone, But use our bounty that they may be won. Favete linguis! *** HOR. ON THE FOREGOING DIVINE POEMS. WHEN we for age could neither read nor write, The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, ... Miratur limen Olympi. VIRG. END OF VOL. I. C. WHITTINGHAM, Printer, Union Buildings, Leather Lane. |