A hearty pangram steaming on the stove,
The ancient stew dear to typographers,
Lifeblood of font soldiers and marching sets,
A tale to span the breadth of language yet,
To hold the gaze - transfix philosophers,

Why did the slight brown fox run quick?
Why springly jump into the midnight air?
Why chase the lazy dog while good stars sleep?
And bar them peace to bask in silver glow?

Holy and blameless,
Wholly good and different,
Righteous and ever loving,
Everlasting brother and friend,

You conquered sinful disposition,
Leaving us bright, pure and righteous again
In your sight you leave me ever praising,
Praising your true adoption,
Freeing us from filthiest dens.