Less We All Parish

To each his own
At the end of the day
Whatever is sown
So be it come what may

To her defence 
In the stillness of her tears
We offer recompense 
Her trials through the years

To their priorities 
Whatever for their good 
Whether rich or minorities 
As well it should

To their wellbeing 
At the edge of time
Their wisdom our wellspring 
Let comfort be sublime 

To His honour
Every act we cherish
In command or humour 
Less we all parish