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Show "SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE." O God, as we come to Thy footstool to pray, And kneel In contrition in war's bitter day, With hearts that aro breaking and eyes that aro dim With tears of repentanco, for national sin We meekly beseech Thee, in pity, to glance On the boys who aro serving us "Somewhere in France." 'Tis our best and our bravest, from home and afar, Who have gone at their country's call, out to the war; Who have cheerfully given their lives oven now In defense of tho weak, in response to their vow; O God, with Thy tender, omniscient glance, In mercy watch over them "Somewhere "Some-where in France." No bullet can wound them, no shell can destroy, Without Thy consont, oven one soldier sol-dier boy. They are safe In Thy keeping, 'neath banners unfurled O'er tho bitterest war ever waged in the world. O God, as they struggle' gainst gas, or with lance, Do Thou their Protector be "Somewhere "Some-where in France." Kept true to their God and their country, let all That is highest within them respond to the call. Kept true to their manhood, boforo them tho goal Of tho triumph of right o'er the kaiser's rule. O God, In Thy mercy, before them advance, ad-vance, And glvo them tho victory "Some-whore "Some-whore In France." O causo them, conquered or wounded, to bo Just and Compassionate, liko unto Thee To over remember their Savior has died For the boys who are falling on Germany's Ger-many's side. O God, 'tis with shamo that wo ask Thee to glance On modern warfaring "Somewhere in France." Wo leave in Thy keeping (naught more can wo do) Tho boys whom wo love; and we pray Thee, anew, In Thine all-seeing wisdom this conflict con-flict to end, And tho blessing of peace on our stricken world send. O God, and with peace may we meet the loved glance Of the boys who aro serving us "Somewhere In France." Lucy Sandys, Chatham, Ont., Can. |