The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few. Luke 10:2
O Christ, forget not them who stand
Thy vanguard in the distant land,
In flood, in flame, in dark, in dread,
Sustain, we pray, each lifted head.
Thine is the work they strive to do,
Their foes so many, they so few,
Be with Thine own, Thy loved, who stand,
Christ’s vanguard, in the storm swept land.