Stay with me, God. The night is
 dark, the night is cold: my little
 spark of 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 Dunkirk
 And saved Your Servants.
 All Your work Is wonderful, dear
 God. You strode before 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
 stayed the course,
 and were not much afraid.

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 near
 to mock the haggard face of fear,
 that when I fall-if fall I must-
 my soul may triumph in the Dust.