1. Our Father in heaven, We hallow thy name! May thy kingdom
2. Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble com-
holy On earth be the same! Oh, give to us daily Our
passion Which pardons each foe. Keep us from temptation, From
portion of bread; It is from thy bounty That all must be fed.
weakness and sin, And thine be the glory Forever, Amen.

1. Our father, God, who art in heaven, All hallowed be thy name!
2. Give us this day our daily bread, And, as we those forgive
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, In earth and heaven the same!
Who sin against us, so may we Forgiving grace receive.

3. Into temptation lead us not;
From evil set us free;
And thine the kingdom, thine the power
And glory, ever be.

Our fancies are but joys all unexprest,
The rhythm of a carol strange and sweet.
Who would resign his yearning for the best
The arts severe can yield? all incomplete
As is the airy fabric of our dream,
Yet bask we in its rose-encolored gleam.

Take from our life its palpitating hope,
Rob it of those mysterious undertones,
That like the chanting angels, fondly grope
Toward harmonies celestial, stifle moans
That, uttered in our longing, half reveal
The soul's deep struggles and far more conceal, —

1.

Our English Gamesters scorne to stake
   Their clothes as Indians do,
 Nor yet themselves, alas, yet both
  Stake soules and lose them to.
2.

O fearfull Games! the divell stakes
  But Strawes and Toyes and Trash,
 (For what is All, compar'd with Christ,
  But Dogs meat and Swines wash?)
3

Man stakes his Jewell-darling soule ,
  (His owne most wretched foe)
 Ventures, and loseth all in sport
  At one most dreadfull throw.

Our earthly homes are simple things
Of plaster and of board,
Sometimes as humble as the nest
Built by a wildwood bird.

And yet through all our lives our hearts
Cling to this childhood home
Of hallowed, precious memories,
No matter where we roam.

And so I often think about
How dear, how very dear,
Our heavenly home will come to be
With every passing year.

That home where we shall meet and dwell
With loved ones gone before,
And sometimes, looking up, shall see
Our Lord come through the door.

Our country hath a gospel of her own
To preach and practice before all the world —
The freedom and divinity of man,
The glorious claims of human brotherhood,
And the soul's fealty to none but God.

Our country hath a gospel of her own
To preach and practice before all the world —
The freedom and divinity of man,
The glorious claims of human brotherhood,
And the soul's fealty to none but God.

Our city's sons and daughters,
When old New York was new,
Explored Manhattan's waters
And hills and valleys, too,
For strong they were and ruddy
And made for sport and play;
And still they had to study,
As children must, today.
No pedagogue was sterner
Than theirs — the profiteer
Who charged for every learner
Two beaver skins a year!
The windows needed glasses,
The benches needed pads
For the burghers' winsome lasses
And the burghers' lively lads.

From sum-books and from hornbooks

1. Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by, Our
2. Our Deliverer will come, by and by, by and by, Our De-
bondage, It shall end, by and by. From Egypt's yoke set
liverer, will come, by and by. And our sorrows have an
free; Hail the glorious jubilee, And to Canaan we'll return, by and
end, With our three-scoreyears and ten, And vast glory crown the day, by and
by, by and by, And to Canaan we'll return, by and by.
by, by and by, And vast glory crown the day, by and by.

3. Though our enemies are strong, we'll go on, we'll go on,

Others may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the western prairie-scent,
And exudes it all again.

Others have pleasantness and praise,
And wealth; and hand and glove
They walk with worship all their days,
But I have only Love.

And therefore if Love be a fire,
Then he shall burn me up;
If Love be water out of mire,
Then I will be the cup.

If Love come worn with wayfaring,
My breast shall be his bed;
If he come faint and hungering,
My heart shall be his bread.

If Love delight in vassalage,
Then I will be his thrall,
Till, when I end my pilgrimage,
Love give me all for all.