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A Rifleman's |
| Dear 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. |
