Poems (Coolidge)/The Lord's Prayer
THE LORD'S PRAYER
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
At dawn, at close of each new day,
Those words with wealth of meaning fraught,
That thou to thy disciples taught:
Thy prayer make mine,
Saviour divine.
At dawn, at close of each new day,
Those words with wealth of meaning fraught,
That thou to thy disciples taught:
Thy prayer make mine,
Saviour divine.
Yet, if these lips those words should say
While thoughts have wandered far away,
Forgive, O Christ, the flesh is weak
E'en while thy glory I would seek,
And take as thine
This prayer of mine.
While thoughts have wandered far away,
Forgive, O Christ, the flesh is weak
E'en while thy glory I would seek,
And take as thine
This prayer of mine.