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The Rifleman's
Prayer
God, my Father, through Thy Son
Hear the prayer of a warrior son.
Give my eyes a vision keen
To see the thing that must be seen.
A steady hand I ask of Thee
The feel of wind on land or sea.
Let me not ever careless be
Of life or limb or liberty.
For Justice sake a quiet heart
And grace and strength to do my part.
To God and Country, Home and Corps
Let me be faithful evermore.
Amen |
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