Lord, guard and guide the men who fly Through the great spaces of the sky; Be with them traversing the air In darkening storms or sunshine fair.
You who support with tender might The balanced birds in all their flight, Lord of the tempered winds, be near, That, having you, they know no fear.
Control their minds with instinct fit When-e'er, adventuring, they quit The firm security of land; Grant steadfast eye and skillful hand.
Aloft in solitudes of space, Uphold them with your saving grace. O God, protect the men who fly Through lonely ways beneath the sky. AMEN.