Eternal Patrol
In memory of those who have gone before

Lost Harbor by Leslie Nelson Jennings
There is a port of no return, where ships
May ride at anchor for a little space
         And then, some starless night, the cable slips,
         Leaving an eddy at the mooring place . . .
         Gulls, veer no longer. Sailor, rest your oar.
         No tangled wreckage will be washed ashore.

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Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;  
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
William Whiting (1860)


Lord God, our power evermore,
Whose arm doth reach the ocean floor,
Dive with our men beneath the sea;
Traverse the depths protectively.
O hear us when we pray, and keep
Them safe from peril in the deep.*
David B. Miller (1965)