Give us this day our daily bread, and may our debts to heaven–
As we our earthly debts forgive–by Thee be all forgiven;
When tempted or by evil vexed, restore Thou us again,
And Thine be the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory, forever and ever;
amen.
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