The Our Father, Saxon-style.

Excerpted from The Heiliand: The Saxon Gospel, translated and commented upon by G. Ronald Murphy and slightly altered by yours truly.

Father of us, the sons of men.
You are in the high heavenly kingdom,
Blessed be your name in every word.
May your mighty kingdom come.
May your will be done over all this world,
just the same on earth as it is up there
in the high heavenly kingdom.
Give us support each day, good chieftan,
Your holy help, and pardon us, protector of heaven,
our many crimes, just as we do to other human beings.
Do not let loathsome wights lead us off
to do their will, as we deserve,
but help us against all evil deeds.

Let me clarify, I should've said Old Saxons. Heliand isn't Anglo-Saxon literature.