Prayer During Battle.


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Prayer During Battle.

FATHER I call on thee.
The roaring artillery’s clouds thicken round me,
The hiss and the glare of the loud bolts confound me
Ruler of battles, I call on thee.
O Father, lead thou me.

O Father, lead thou me;
To victory, to death, dread Commander, O guide me;
The dark valley brightens when thou art beside me;
Lord, as thou wilt, so lead thou me.
God. I acknowledge thee.

God, I acknowledge thee;
When the breeze through the dry leaves of autumn is
When the thunder-storm of battle is groaning,
Fount of mercy, in each I acknowledge thee.
O Father, bless thou me.

O Father, bless thou me.
I trust in thy mercy, whate’er may befall me:
’Tis in thy word that hath sent me; that word can recall me.
Living or dying, O bless thou me.
Father, I honor thee.

Father, I honor thee;
Not for earth’s hoards or honors we are contending;
All that is holy our swords are defending:
Then falling, and conquering, I honor thee.
God, I repose in thee.

God, I repose in thee,
When the thunders of death my soul are greeting,
When the gashed veins bleed, and the life is fleeing,
In thee, my God, I repose in thee.
Father, I call on thee.

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    13.5 cm x 10.5 cm
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