Father of the thunder, Flinger of the flame, Searing stars asunder, Hallowed be Thy Name! By the sweet-sung quiring Sister bullets hum, By our fiercest firing, May Thy Kingdom come! By Thy strong apostle Of the Maxim gun, By his pentecostal Flame, Thy Will be done! Give us, Lord, good feeding To Thy battles sped -- Flesh, white grained and bleeding, Give for daily bread! |