I sang the airmen's verses of this Sunday in church. It was very hard to sing when I wanted to cry.
Lord guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air
Through darkening storms or sunlight fair.
O hear us when we lift our prayer
For those in peril in the air.
Aloft in solitude of space
Uphold them with Thy saving grace.
Thou Who support with tender might
The balanced birds in all their flight.
Lord, if the tempered wind be near,
That having Thee, they know no fear.