Classic Poem

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.