Stay with me, God. The night is dark,The night is cold: my little sparkOf courage dies. The night is long;Be with me, God, and make me strong.
I love a game. I love a fight.I hate the dark; I love the light.I love my child; I love my wife.I am no coward. I love Life,
Life with its change of mood and shade.I want to live. I'm not afraid,But me and mine are hard to part;Oh, unknown God, lift up my heart.
You stilled the waters at DunkirkAnd saved Your Servants. All your workIs wonderful, dear God. You strodeBefore us down that dreadful road,
We were alone, and hope had fled;We loved our country and our dead,And could not shame them; so we stayedThe course, and were not much afraid.
Dear God, that nightmare road! And thenThat sea! We got there -- we were men.My eyes were blind, my feet were torn,My soul sang like a bird at dawn!
I knew that death is but a door.I knew what we were fighting for:Peace for the kids, our brothers freed,A kinder world, a cleaner breed.
I'm but the son my mother bore,A simple man, and nothing more.But -- God of strength and gentleness,Be pleased to make me nothing less.
Help me, O God, when Death is nearTo mock the haggard face of fear,That when I fall -- if fall I must --My soul may triumph in the Dust.
