Thomas R. Milne, Sr


Oh Lord!
Here we sit on this foreign soil,
So very far from home and loved one all.
Death so very near and we so very much afraid.

Please help my comrades and me,
For we wish not to die alone.
We pray that you will be here,
To hear our cry and us to your breast to take.

You are the only living Lord,
We give ourselves to you.
If we must die, and die we must,
Please take us home on high with you.

With outstretched hands we grasp for thee,
Thy love so tender and yet so strong.
Every breath of ours is yours to have;
We need you, Oh so very much Lord.