O Little Perfect Solider
O little perfect soldier,
How still we see you stand!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
For Wing Zero is born to him,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the peace ahead!
And praises sing to the little pilot,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous pilot arrives!
So God imparts to his human heart
The blessings of his love.
No ear may hear his coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The perfect pilot enters in.
Where children pure and happy
Pray to the blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to he,
Son of the mother mild;
Where colonists stand watching
And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
And fighting starts once more.
O silent little pilot!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Bring peace to us today.
We hear the angel like gundam
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our perfect pilot one!