O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds
with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of
their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks
of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes
with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending
widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their
little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in
rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy
winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the
refuge of the grave and denied it--
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes,
blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps,
water their way with their tears, strain the white snow with the blood of their
wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source
of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore
beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
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