Baskadia

O Power whose presence is our soul's delight,

From whom alone our being and our life

Flow forth, and unto whom at last they drift,

Accept our prayer to-night.

For we are weak, and bowed with many a care,

Oppressed with grief, and troubled with the sin

That doth defile our souls and make us bare

Of all that makes us kin.

We pray for those we love, who are to us

More dear than life itself, and for the rest

Of all Thy children, whom Thou dost not thus

Forsake and desolate.

We pray for peace on earth, for righteousness

And truth to rule the nations, and for love

To bind all hearts in one eternal peace,

And make the world one dove.

We pray for those who suffer, and for those

Whom sin hath bound and Satan doth oppress;

And we remember those who are our foes,

And pray for them, no less.

We pray for all the world, and for ourselves,

And for all things that are, and for the end

That Thou hast set for all, and for the bells

That shall proclaim the end.