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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. 
 
 Father, lead thou me. 
 
 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 
 
 moaning, 
 When the thunder-storm of battle is groaning, 
 
 Fount of mercy, in each I acknowledge thee. 
 
 Father, bless thou me. 
 
 Father, bless thou me. 
 I trust in thy mercy, whate'er may befall me : 
 'Tis thy word that hath sent me; that word can recall me. 
 
 Living or dying, bless thou me. 
 
 Father, I honor thee. 
 
 Father, I honor thee ; 
 Not for earth's hoards or honors we here 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, aud the life is fleeting, 
 
 In thee, my God, T repose in thee. 
 
 Father, I call on thee. 
 Sept. 1863 
 
 Johnson, Printer, 7 North 10th st. 
 
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Hollinger Corp. 
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