Wisconsin Herald, And Grant County Advertiser

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

We lay before our readers the Lord's Prayer, beautifully paraphrased into an acrostic, by Thomas Sturtevant, Jr., a soldier in the 26th regiment of the United States infantry, a prisoner of war in the province of Upper Canada.—St. Louis Reveille.

Our Lord and King who reign'st enthroned on high,
Father of light! mysterious Deity!
Art righteous, holy, merciful and just,
Who art the great I AM, the last, the first,
In realms of glory, scenes where angels sing.
Heaven is the dwelling place of God our King,
Hallowed be thy name, which doth all names transcend,
Be thou adored our great Almighty friend,
Thy glory shines beyond creation's space,
Named in the book of justice and of grace,
Thy kingdom lowers beyond the starry skies,
Kingdom Satan's 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,
Is heaven as fierce thy love, let earth, O Lord;
It shines transcendent in the eternal skies.
In trusted in heaven—for man the Saviour dies.
In songs immortal angels laud his name.
Heaven whirls with joy, and saints his love proclaim.
Give us O Lord, our food nor cease to give
Us of that 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 blessing lend,
It make us grateful when thy gifts descend.
Forgive our sins, which in destruction place
Us the vile rebels of a rebel race:
Our follies, sins and trespasses forgive,
Debts which we ne'er can pay. or thou receives
We, O Lord. our neighbors faults overlook,
We beg thou'lt 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,
Paid but that duty paid by saints above,
Lead us from sin, and in thy mercy raise
Us from the tempter and his hellish ways,
Not our own. but his name who bled,
Into thine ear we pour our every bead.
That Satan's fatal chains help us to shun,
But may we conquer by the conquering Son!
Deliver us from all which can annoy
Us by this world, and may our souls destroy.
From all calamities which men betide.
Dear Lord death. O turn our fear aside.
For we are mortals. and cleave to clay :
Thine is to rule and mortals to obey.
Into thy mercy. Lord. forever free?
The whole creation knows no God but thee.
Kingdom and empire in thy presence fall,
The King eternal reigns the King of all.
Power is with thee—thy be glory given.
And be thy name adored by earth and heaven.
The praise of saints and angels is thy own ;
Glory to Thee the Everlasting One,
Forever both thy triune name adored,
Amen ! Hosanna ! blessed be the Lord.